As Elion's gaze lingered on Jonathan, the butler who had received him at the gate entered the grand hall, his voice booming with authority.
"Presenting Lucius Blackthorn, Duke and Protector of the North, Evelyn Blackthorn, his esteemed wife, and their son, Dorian Blackthorn."
The room fell into silence, and all eyes turned to the entrance. Elion straightened, his mind sharpening as the powerful Blackthorn family's figures entered.
Lucius Blackthorn was a man of few words, yet his presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. His long black hair, falling just to his shoulders, and a pair of piercing red eyes that radiated authority. His lean, toned frame moved with the fluid grace of a warrior, making it clear why he was both feared and respected as the protector of the North.
