Theron looked up to find a familiar young woman had caught up to him. At this point, he couldn't understand why she was so insistent at all. Was it really this serious?
He found himself getting a bit annoyed, but the feeling simmered inside him, calm and controlled, before it vanished into wisps of smoke as though it had never existed.
This was just the frivolity of nobles.
He gazed at the young woman for the first time in earnest. She had caramel skin and a dense pack of almost shimmering brass filaments that made up her curling hair, not to mention a pair of bright amber eyes to match it.
Just from her look alone, Theron knew that she was from the Teran Clan, a Duke Clan of the Imperial Capital. She had been pampered since her youth without much of a doubt, and it had made her so willful.
