The duke, the warlord, even known as a demon. A man of a cold nature. One that no one could see past

Duke Arwan. The General of the army

It was a rare sight to see him in public. And yet here he was at the royal ball. Though he doesn’t seem amused in the slightest

Even as he speaks to the others at the ball, the look over boredom never leaves his face

The first moment he gets he walks to one of the private balconies. Adamant on getting a breath of fresh air

“Damned nobles”

He grumbles as he leans against the railing