Unlike Xion who was trying hard not to swoon over the hot voice, the room fell deathly silent.
Even if they were laughing and congratulating, they all had their eyes fixed on the devil archduke.
His one action was enough to push the entire hall into freezing silence.
Every eye turned to His Grace, but Darius looked utterly calm, relaxed even.
For Xion, that quiet chuckle brought a strange comfort. Yet the rest of the room seemed to hear something far more dangerous in that sound.
The silence stretched, and the king's face darkened.
"Do you find something funny?" His Majesty's voice was devoid of his previous warmth, "Is the royal family a joke to you?"
Darius did not reply. Rather, he grabbed the hand which was still holding his fingers.
Tightening his hold on Xion's hand, he brought it to his lips and gently dropped a kiss.
