Alessio stood at a distance, paying little attention to their conversation. He instead focused on Silvan, watching the human Prince intently examine a life-sized painting of the Black Desert. With his gold-blond hair slicked back and his back rigidly straight, he looked every bit a member of a royal family.
Like Silvan could sense his eyes on him, he glanced briefly at him, blue-green gaze lingering, only turning away when Sir Rodolfo called his attention.
Alessio looked away hastily when Silvan did, patting his cheeks with worry as he felt heat suffuse them. He was acting rather strange of late, or perhaps it would be better to say that Silvan made him feel strange...
The tour of the collection took the better part of the morning, Sir Rodolfo eagerly inviting them to have lunch at his townhouse.
"Perhaps some other time," Silvan turned him down, "We're most grateful for your hospitality, but we have imposed enough." As he spoke, he gravitated closer to Alessio.
