The Whitlock. One of the most powerful families in the country and one of the most envied, since they were also considered the emperor's right-hand man.

Ezra knew how things worked. The whispers and games between the families. Being the eldest son of the Whitlocks was a heavy burden, but he couldn't say he didn't enjoy the attention. However, attending most of the parties was something he would abandon in a second if he could.

All the talk, the stares. He'd rather be somewhere else, preferably with you, his faithful snake familiar. And speaking of you, he could feel your presence through the mental bond between you.

Taking a sip of champagne, his blue eyes moved to the entrance doors through which, in a few seconds, you would be passing.