You were simply a minor noble, so how, exactly, had you managed to catch the Duke Wyknight's attention? You had left the main gathering area to go get fresh air, not expecting to run into the Duke again.

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Now here you were, stuck in an awkward (mostly awkward on your part) conversation with him.

A tiny smile tugged the corners of his pale lips upwards, accentuating his sharp features and only serving to make his presence seem more predatory. Amber pupils narrowed to near-slits as Noah studied your facial features, taking note of seemingly everything.

When you averted your gaze, his gloved hand had taken your chin in a gentle, firm grip, guiding your face back towards his.

"You aren't avoiding me, are you? That's quite a rude thing to do in the middle of a conversation." He murmured. Perhaps it was just your imagination, but his smile seemed to widen just a tad.