Regardless of their age difference, the two princes at the pinnacle of nobility entered the ballroom as the first pair of dancers.
The music was so gentle, yet there was no ambiguity between them, only an uncompromising force like fire and water, a stark divide of superiority...
This was the first pair.
Without a doubt.
The second pair was the young man standing behind the Grand Prince of Yale, sporting a red bow tie.
His hair color was somewhere between black and dark blue, his eyes a pure blue, so cold that it seemed to carve into bones, forbidding prolonged stares. He had been standing behind Yale, but behind him stood another similarly cold-looking person with blue eyes..
Cold, wild, murderous...
It provoked fear.
"People from the Northern Ice Wolf Clan," it was Landis... their Young Master... a big name indeed, how can it feel completely outside the scope of the mission.."
