"That is not for me to decide," she said calmly. "You would need His Majesty's permission." At that, Lyra immediately turned her gaze toward the throne.
At that, Lyra immediately turned her gaze toward the throne. There sat Renjiro, the Elf King. The moment she laid eyes on him, her heart skipped a beat.
The golden crown atop his head, the flawless, almost ethereal beauty of his face, the otherworldly grace he carried, it was enough to make her momentarily lose her breath.
She could swear, there was not a single nobleman in her City who could compare to him.
NO ONE.
Renjiro possessed an undeniable aura of majesty, an unparalleled elegance that made every human noble look dull and unimpressive in comparison.
'He's too perfect…' she thought dreamily.
But the hall's tense silence was soon shattered. Theron was the one who broke it.
