The night begins - III

I was not sure where we were going first. It could be only two places and not work either the court room or the grand ballroom. 

But I did not dare to turn around and go back to where Tristan was standing. His presence did various things to my body and I was not going to risk it when I was on the verge of leaving all faith in walking away forever. 

According to the event it would make more sense for them to hold it in the grand ballroom and when Tristan joined me that was where he led me. 

I glanced at him. 

With the crown on his head and his emotions held back like they were always supposed to, look every bit of the King that he had found himself as. He looked like a king more than my father had ever done. 

"Look," he turned his eyes to me with a knowing smile and pointed to the front, "that is my uncle Dominik." 

My head snapped to the front and I was facing the man that looked to move to the age of sir Dawson.