236 KIEVAN'S CROWN PRINCE

"CONDE, my lady, welcome to Kievan's imperial palace," the teenager said with a gentle smile on his face and walked towards the head of the table. 

The boy with his blue-black hair and light blue eyes was surrounded by a very refreshing and kind atmosphere.  Anyone who would encounter him or just glanced at him once would think that he was really that, a kind youth whom anyone could easily get along with despite being part of royalty. 

But that's not the feeling that Argent got.  She just felt iffy.  Like what she's seeing right now was a sludge of illusion covering the real person beneath.  And that's not because of what Janea had warned them before.  That's simply what her instinct was telling her.

"Oh, did I surprise the both of you?" the teenager asked when he didn't receive any response from the two.  "Or perhaps the Conde and his lady are expecting someone else?"