Aurelian's remaining laughter withered, his posture freezing against the cushions of the couch.
His predatory golden eyes, usually so adept at dissecting the weaknesses of men, darted frantically between his brother's rigid silhouette and Julian's serene, entirely undisturbed face.
For a man who ruled an empire through absolute calculation and terrifying nonchalance, looking at a room that refused to blink at his threats was a foreign, deeply unsettling sensation.
Norx tilted his head back, his black hair floating out like an encroaching shadow as a loud, mocking laugh ripped from his cracked throat.
'A god, a god—how can I top that?' That looked about the right words to interpret the expression on Aurelian's face.
Norx scoffed, crossing his arms even tighter over his bare chest as he floated down an inch closer to the Emperor's face.
"The gears in your head are turning so hard they're making my teeth clatter." Norx laughed.
