Gabriel navigated through the grand hall, weaving through the waves of silk and tailored suits until he reached the Emperor. Damian stood near the elevated dais, a glass of untouched wine in his hand as he surveyed the room. His expression was composed, but his golden eyes flickered with something sharper, something watchful.
"You called, Your Majesty?" Gabriel received his greeting with an arched brow and a dry tone.
Damian's lips curved slightly. "I did. You're done entertaining court gossip for tonight. I'd rather you keep me company now that the formalities are over."
Gabriel exhaled through his nose, catching a whiff of amusement in Damian's words. "How fortunate for me," he murmured as he moved closer.
