What a horrible human being who goes to a public gathering and expects to get into trouble. It was like he was hoping someone provoked him.
This was someone who just wanted to create a scene but still act like he didn't start it.
He didn't want smoke, he wanted an inferno.
Damon moved towards the grand entrance while arching his shoulders slightly, his presence deliberate and confident.
As he approached, he noticed rows of knights guarding the entrance. The early darkness of the evening was dispelled by glowing lights.
He noticed magic artifacts for capturing pictures in the hands of journalists scattered all around.
Each was taking note of those who arrived, their notepads ready for the next big scoop in the newspaper.
The capital was in a festive atmosphere, and some young nobles wanted to be featured in the papers, so quite a few of them were getting interviewed.
