Chapter 68
As he approached the hall, Grey landed gracefully before the towering doors. A gentle gust of wind trailed behind him, forcing the doors open and extinguishing the torches inside. The dramatic entrance immediately drew the attention of every guest in the hall.
As he stepped in, murmurs rippled through the room. A strikingly handsome red-haired youth entered with composed steps and a stoic expression.
His graceful stride, sharp gaze, and quiet aura seized the attention of all. Each time he passed someone, a faint breeze brushed against their faces, sending subtle chills down their spines.
When he finally reached the front, Lord Cedric stood waiting with a proud smile, while Charlotte's cheeks flushed a deep red.
'He… he looks so handsome. I never realized he could appear this refined… What is wrong with me? He's just a peasant. I need to compose myself. I'm from noble blood.' Charlotte snapped her gaze away from Grey, her heart skipping.
