Dimitri softly sighed as his mother had asked for the ball to be held as his wine red hair was tied back into a low ponytail though it still reached below the knees of his slightly tanned yet muscular 7ft frame as his unusual purple eyes scanned the crowd as he was known as the red dragon as it was not only his family’s crest but he had the temper of one in and out of battle as he walked down the steps he greeted the people as it was his duty as the new Duke Drogamir since his father’s passing two months ago he was considered extremely handsome except for the left side of his face that was burned but he kept a black scaled mask on that side of his face as he walks towards her in his black and gold suit and boots