The Royal family appeared.
The energy of the entire venue changed instantly, conversations falling quiet as attention turned toward the grand entrance. Alongside them walked the highest priest elder, his presence commanding without effort. He looked young, deceptively so, with stunningly long golden hair that fell straight down his back, catching the light like molten metal. His eyelashes were the same shade of gold, almost luminous, and his eyes were a rare silver gold, threaded through with darker streaks that gave his gaze a cold, distant depth. His face was flawless and emotionless, carved into serenity and authority.
As he began his speech, his voice steady and echoing across the clouds, Gabriel barely heard a word.
Because she couldn't take her eyes off him.
Her attention was completely fixed on the priest elder, her dark gaze following every subtle movement, every shift of expression. Something tight and unfamiliar twisted in Gabriel's chest, sharp and unpleasant.
