I am a genius artist, one who is internationally acclaimed for her brilliance.
Perhaps that is why when I see something, my eyes naturally scan something with great detail that I can recreate what I saw or at least the essence of it perfectly.
Maybe, that's the reason why within a glance, I could recognize that the silver mask-wearing emperor is none other than my equally mysterious friend that hides behind a cloak.
The only sound that filled the uncomfortable silence in the emperor's office was Archen's pouring.
My hands were on my knees, and my eyes focused on the dirt on my dress from running earlier.
I didn't look at him eye to eye.
I can't dare to.
Azriel Lennox von Farren.
Lennox.
Len.
I knew that Azriel had a hobby of sneaking out of the palace occasionally.
It was the reason Archen always worked overtime and how he met the original female lead in the first place.
But it didn't clock in, because in the novel, he used the alias 'Ash' derived from Azriel.
