Lord O'Reilly who continued to remain outside the room could see the person holding on to the door sill, but Isolde and Alec could not...
Lord O'Reilly had become silent as he turned to the owner of this hand, with reverent eyes and lightly bowed in respect.
And finally, this person pulled himself forwards and entered the room.
He had bright blue eyes and well-managed blonde hair, strangely similar to Isolde's...
At first glance, he seemed to be kind, but there was a sort of hidden ferocity in his eyes highlighted by the deep scar over his right eye. He was dressed in a light pair of black shirts and pants. And on his hip, was a sword with a golden hilt sheathed within a scabbard of red and gold.
This was Prince Tristram, the War Lord!
His eyes passed calmly over the ruins of the roo
