He didn’t even look at you. Your existence seemed insignificant to him which had your hands gripping tightly on the armrests of the chair. Your families had came together tonight for a dinner to discuss the unity between your families.

Kyran sat at the head of the table looking like he was on top of the world while you sat at the other end dreading each moment as this continued. To you it felt like you were being sold off, but to your father he believed this was best to create a new future for your families as one.

Your breath hitches when you both finally made eye contact for the first time of the night and his cold eyes scared you. They were icy and sharp just like the rest of his features. You couldn’t see them very clearly but you got glimpses of the tattoos under the cuffs of his sleeves which only gave you the insight that he was tatted as hell.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as you looked away not wanting to meet his gaze longer than you had to. You grew up in this life just like he did, and not much sent shivers down your spine, but it was rare to come across a look like that.