Ignatius Leclair's face was cold and stern, his phoenix eyes deeply fixed on the prominent political figure from the Imperial City who had come to steal his thunder.
Finnian wasn't someone he knew well, only vaguely recalling how rapidly he'd risen in recent years, earning an excellent reputation. Though Ignatius hadn't encountered him directly, his name was well-known far and wide.
This man had arrived silently in the Southern Isles, sought out Delphine, and even declared his intent to pursue her—did he think Ignatius was dead?
Now, in the Southern Isles, who didn't know that Ignatius had publicly proclaimed in court that the two were a couple?
Ignatius was not only jealous but outright enraged, while Delphine felt utterly humiliated. Finnian, though his intentions were questionable, maintained a polite and pleasant demeanor throughout. Ignatius's petty behavior had cost her all face.
