Edward's jaw tightened, but he remained silent, unable to contradict her open challenge.
The handsome youth they had just been talking about was Arthur.
Like many who rose from humble beginnings, he was an orphan.
But unlike most, he possessed an innate talent that allowed him to defy the rigid social structures of this world.
He had risen through the ranks of independent hunters with remarkable speed, his prowess was undeniable among those who knew about him.
His accomplishments had caught the attention of the Crimson family, who, in an unusual display of progressive thinking, had given him the unprecedented opportunity to attend this high-society banquet.
Arthur currently stood alone near the food counter, a plate of untouched delicacies in his hand.
He looked somewhat awkward, his eyes darting around the grand hall, clearly overwhelmed by the sheer opulence and the unfamiliar social customs.
