Chapter 1219: Late
Late was something Sylas never was. Being punctual was just another part of being disciplined, so he took it quite seriously.
Ansla, however, didn’t seem to give a damn.
No, she did. Actually, she seemed to make it her mission to appear late, as though she wanted all eyes on her. Truly, she was worth it. Sylas had yet to see another Noble Demon woman with her aura or her looks. The combination of the two made it obvious why so many wanted her.
But this time, Ansla didn’t walk into the ball alone, and that made it so the gazes were all the more focused.
Sylas carried the same sort of cold indifference on him, Ansla hanging from his arm only the barest amount. The two hardly looked as though they were together, and might not have even seemed to be if not for the fact Ansla had looped her hand around his bicep.
All things considered, their temperaments were quite a match for one another and would have seemed almost natural... if not for the fact Sylas’ aura was like a deflated balloon in comparison to Ansla’s.
The dining hall was large, a pit formed of descending marble steps taking up the center of it all, while curved dining tables of various lengths and in pleasant-to-the-eye arrangements lined the exterior.
There was almost certainly a large chess game of politics going on with all the various seating arrangements. Sylas scanned the room quite confidently to take in all of their faces, just in case he would need to know anything.
Many were looking at him, but the dimness of his emerald eyes didn’t give anything away—not this time.