People made way for the vampire crown Prince without needing to be asked. Adrien walked as if he owned every breath of air in the hall his head held high, gaze skimmkng lazily over the crowd like none of them were worth a second glance.
That was until a voice broke through the hum of reverence.
"Aha! Well, if it isn't Adrien I'm seeing," came a voice, loud and dripping with theatrics.
Alicia turned to see who it was, an average height of a man dressed in fine cut, dark velvet suit, weaved through the crowd with a glass in his hand and a grin of what seemed like a pure mischief etched in his face as he ruffled his brown tousled hair.
"Still alive, Elias?" Adrien questioned though he didn't stop walking.
The man's golden eyes sparkles in amusement, approaching towards the vampire crown prince, undeterred by the prince's icy demeanor.
