Torrel, who stood facing the entrance of the grand hall, noticed the new arrivals, immediately recognized the Viscount's son.
"Sir Calix," he bowed in greeting.
Calix ignored him entirely, his gaze locked onto the woman's back, waiting for her to turn and face him.
Mirabella slowly turned, her eyes briefly landing on Elvessa before settling on Calix. She bowed her head in greeting, her expression polite yet indifferent. Though she didn't know the man's identity, the fact that Sir Torrel greeted him with respect told her he must hold some status in the palace.
On the other hand, Calix stood rooted to the spot, his eyes wide with awe. The woman's beauty stunned him. Those amber eyes that briefly flicked to him with curiosity, only to turn back to the parchment as if he were unworthy of her attention.
Such nonchalance made Calix's heart tremble with excitement.
"My lady, you are...?" he started, eager to initiate a conversation.
