Valttair did not stop to admire the view. The moment the Morgains arrived, he began walking toward the main structure, and the rest of the family fell into step behind him without a word.
Trafalgar kept pace with them, his eyes still taking in the place while his expression stayed neutral. It did not take long before he noticed something else.
He stood out.
Most of the Morgain family wore the pale tones and silver details that suited their house, the kind of cold elegance expected of one of the Eight Great Families. Trafalgar was dressed in navy-blue and black. Sharp, darker, heavier. Among them he looked almost out of place. 'Like a black sheep in a family full of white ones.' He almost found the thought amusing.
As they advanced toward the entrance, eyes began to fall on them. At first it was the usual attention House Morgain would draw after the war. But after a few seconds, Trafalgar realized a large part of those looks were landing specifically on him.
