Just as others had done while out in the main hall, many eyes found me, taking me in as if I were some foreign creature. Trying to pretend to be unphased, I looked around the hall, trying to locate Elias, while Wilson said something to me.
"Pardon?" I asked, realizing I was too distracted to catch his words.
"Prince Elias is over there." Wilson repeated, pointing a finger towards the front of the hall.
Turning my eyes in the direction Wilson was indicating, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. Elias, who was dressed in a black shirt with red embroidery, black pants, and a pair of black boots, stood looking bored while an older gentleman talked at him animatedly.
His hair was slicked back, revealing his perfectly chiseled face, which, for some reason, this evening looked even more defin
