If Alan and Lucian's entry was as a ripple of curiosity, Julia's was something else.
The heavy oak doors serving as entrance to the ballroom slid open with a low hum, just like when the emperor arrived, every head turned to the door.
She was different from her usual carefree self, she seemed and looked different, like Alan had seen a few times, her face was impassive, she carried herself with a distinctive air.
Her beauty was breathtaking, the pale porcelain contrasted with the wine tint of her lips, her features were enhanced with layers of carefully applied makeup, she looked stunning, so much so that for a small moment Alan was caught in a trance.
Not to mention her gown of light gold, with touches of dark crimson trailing along various parts of her dress, and the small crown placed atop her head.
Standing at a height of five foot ten inches, she was already on the taller side for a woman, reaching just past Alan's nose, her taller frame only emphasised her body's charm.
