No words were exchanged. All she did was look at this mysterious man in front of her.
There was a soft, regal aura about him; he was calm, as if unbothered by her nudity or her beauty.
He wore a crown upon his head, his long dark hair matching the elegance of his beautiful light armor. A darkness lingered in his eyes, one that refused to reflect any light at all.
It was like the night.
Damon kept his expression calm. His unusual confidence gave her pause did he not care that he was surrounded by knights, some of them officers in the fourth class advancement?
Was he more powerful than them, to have gotten inside without anyone noticing?
Was he an assassin sent to kill her? He wouldn't be the first…
Many thoughts ran through her head.
Damon waited for her to answer his question, remaining perfectly still with that familiar hint of baseless arrogance.
