Blazar and Vesper finally noticed the commotion, their conversation dying mid-sentence as Aria reached the raised platform where the thrones sat.
Blazar's fork froze halfway to her mouth, eyes widening as she took in Aria's determined stride and the murderous set of her shoulders.
Vesper's crimson eyes gleamed with interest, his lips curving into a predatory smile as he sensed the electricity building in the air.
He leaned back in his chair, abandoning his meal entirely in favor of the show about to unfold.
Xeari, oblivious as ever to the drama unfolding around him, scrolled through his phone with the kind of casual indifference that came from being ridiculously attractive and knowing it.
One leg was draped lazily over the armrest of his throne, some of his platinum braids falling across his forehead in a way that had probably caused more than one person to walk into a wall.
