The floor was covered with an exquisite carpet prepared by the crew, designed to showcase the opulence of The Duke's Estate. These were custom-made by artisans at great expense, following the descriptions in the original novel.
She was barefoot, her usually calm and composed eyes now reflecting the brilliant lights of The Duke's Estate. The dark background accentuated her crimson dress, which seemed as if it were aflame, like an enchanting, soul-consuming demon.
Julian Fairchild held a sword in his arms, while the others panicked hysterically over this sudden inferno, his gaze remained indifferent and detached.
It seemed as though everything in this world was but ants in his eyes. The Black Jade Crown was exquisite and luxurious, his long hair tied up high, his expression arrogant, and the slight curl of his smile radiated an unparalleled nobility.
Miles Monarch waited quietly for Eliza Grant.
