He Saw My Face

As darkness enveloped the kingdom of Othinia, the guest mansion of the Megaris delegation echoed with an air of anticipation. Within the confines of King Drayce's study, a man with crimson eyes gazed intently toward the distant guest mansion of Griven.

"King Drayce, you appear resolute in observing her actions tonight," remarked Yorian, stepping into the study with a discerning look.

"I need to ascertain her true capabilities," Drayce responded tersely.

"Even devoid of her supernatural abilities, she is remarkably capable even as a mere human," Yorian countered.

Casting a sidelong glance tinged with irritation, Drayce retorted, "Your interest in her appears to exceed necessity."

Yorian chuckled softly, unabashed. "Blame her for being interesting; she's genuinely captivating." Before Drayce could interject, Yorian added, "Much like your own mother."

At the mention of his mother, Drayce's fiery gaze softened into a reflective, somber look.