Daniel : Eyes sharp, focus absolute. The crowded Saint-John hall was not a party, but a living map of threats. And a new, dangerous pin had just been placed upon it. Viscount Arclay. What is he doing here? He wasn't on the guest list who has accepted the invitation..He shouldn't have been invited.
(From his perch in the deep shadow of a stone arch, woven into the darkness by his own magic, Daniel watched the Viscount's entrance. Sebastian Arclay moved with a serpent's grace, his smile a polite mockery. Daniel's memory flashed: the Baroness Octavia, Aurelia's mother was targeted by this cunning bastard of I was not there present in that room that time baroness would have been dead and Aurelia wouldn't have been born into this world .. thinking about that makes Daniel more angry . After mining incident the baron's influence has become far greater than his so I'm sure ..
He didn't come to celebrate. He's a knife in a velvet glove. I need to see the blade.
(His gaze, honed by a lifetime of observation, swept the room. It passed over laughing dukes and simpering ladies, and then… stopped. The air left Daniel's lungs. On the dais, surrounded by a palpable aura of sovereignty, sat King Oren Evercrest.
Daniel : ...So that's him.
( The stories, the coins, the distant glimpses—none of it compared. The King's presence was a physical weight, a gravity well of power and history. The sharp, intelligent grey eyes. The lines of command and burden etched into a face that was… familiar. Unbearably familiar. Daniel's own hand rose unconsciously to his jawline. A cold, disorienting realization trickled down his spine. It's in the face he gave me that's why my mother always get scared that people will found about the fact I'm king's bastard even though my mother bleach my hairs regularly
Daniel : No. Don't look. Don't think. Just watch the threat. Watch Arclay.
( But his eyes betrayed him again and They followed the King's eldest son, First Prince Cedric, as he led Aurelia onto the floor for the ceremonial dance. Cedric moved with practiced, arrogant ease. My brother how does it feel to have a brother will he accept me as his brother if he knew about me ...And Aurelia… she was a vision of contained light, smiling at the Prince, playing her part. But her eyes—they were scanning. Searching the room's edges looking for something or someone
Aurelia : (Under her breath, smiling at Cedric) but thinking about her prior encounter with Daniel
(As the dance turned her, Aurelia's gaze swept past the stone arch. It lingered. For a single, heart-stopping second, her eyes seemed to lock not on the shadow, but into it. Into him. Did she see? Could she feel the dark elemental magic that clung to him like a second skin?)
Daniel : sensei She can't see me right .. It's impossible. But she sees… something.
Sensei: i think that's your imagination
( Panic, sharp and instinctive, flared. The shadows around him deepened, swirled. He didn't step; he unmade himself in one darkness and reformed in another, behind a group of gossiping guests near the refreshment table. The transition was a silent, cold breath. No one noticed like He was a ghost)
Daniel : Too close. Stick to the plan. Observe.
(His new vantage point let him see it all. He saw his mother, Leslie, carrying a tray of empty glasses, her face a mask of porcelain calm over sheer terror. Her eyes kept darting to the dais, to the King.)
Leslie : Don't look this way. Don't remember. Please, by the old gods, let him have forgotten a serving girl from some random tavern.. I'm just a one night thing so please don't remember for god's sake
(He saw the moment the King's gaze casually followed Baron Saint-John's pointing hand, landing on Leslie. Daniel's elemental senses, hyper-alert, felt the tiny, seismic jolt of his mother's fear. It smelled of ozone and cold sweat. The King's expression didn't change, but Daniel saw the slight tilt of his head, the minute intensification of focus. He's curious. A king's curiosity is a hunting hound)
King Oren Evercrest : A fine celebration, Baron. You honor your daughter and your house with such grace.
Baron Saint-John : You are too kind, Your Majesty. We are simply grateful for your presence and for my daughter's 10th birthday.
King Oren Evercrest : To Baron Saint-John, a loyal heart! And to the lovely Lady Aurelia, a dance that captured the spring itself!
The toast was made. The hall erupted in cheers and the clinking of crystal. But Daniel's attention split. Using a sliver of his power, he wove threads of air and sound, stretching his hearing toward the clusters of the highest nobility.
Duke Magnus Blackwood : (Whispering) a baron's daughter charming a prince with foot work
Marquess Alistair Stormcrest : (Muttering into his cup) it seems king prefers rustic vigour
Earl Leoric Graves : (A cold, low tone) a glorified farmer with a lucky mine
Daniel: sensei i think everyone hates the baron and his family coz of pure jealousy
(Jealousy, thick and venomous, hung in the air between them. But their whispers were petty politics, the background noise of power. Daniel's eyes, and his amplified hearing, zeroed in on the real threat. Count Sebastian Arclay. He stood apart, near a pillar. He did not raise his glass. He simply watched the toast with a flat, empty smile he starts bad mouthing The baron and now he thinks he can make the baron pay for what he did to him ..he starts forming evil plans in hemis head and for him the main piece which will complete his revenge is the baron's jwel of the night Aurelia
Daniel : Sensei I think Count is upto no good .. sensei we have to do something about the count and we have protect this family and especially Aurelia..
Sensei: yes the baron has put up a grand stage to flaunt his Daughter Aurelia and her beauty and his Mythrill mines ..Count can't do anything about mines coz of the king's involvement but Aurelia is something he can use to hunt The baron
Daniel : sensei let's do our part and protect every one we care for ..even if I have to become the Ripper from the Earth again ..I will become one and save everything and everyone