Shock, astonishment, and finally... awkwardness.
He was a Duke of a Duchy, seated in the fourth row. His son was a vassal of the Duchy, seated in the first row. Separating them was not just two rows of tables and chairs, but a chasm of social class.
Raylo's lips curled up slightly as he gave a light nod in greeting.
Aiden Duke's face twitched. He quickly turned his head away, pretending to admire the patterns on the pillar beside him, as if a flower had suddenly bloomed on the bare stone.
Raylo couldn't help but smirk at his old man's self-deceiving act. He didn't go over to say hello. Going over now would bring no benefit other than making his father even more embarrassed.
Right at that moment, the light at the entrance of the hall suddenly dimmed.
"They're here," someone exclaimed in a low voice.
The previously boisterous hall plunged into a silence so profound that a dropping pin would have echoed. All eyes, filled with awe, turned toward the entrance.
