A man and a woman, both with silver hair, walked side by side, exited the door, walking to the stage, and bowed curtly to the emperor and then turned to the just-coronated new Grand Duke and Duchess, and the greeting was different; they were all hugs and patting on the back. And then they both turned to the crowd, and Evie gasped at the sight, her eyes trained on the man. He was a copy of the guy who lived upstairs before she was transported here.
The man she had a huge crush on and was trying to talk to, but whose conversation didn't go beyond a small greeting and a head nod. The only difference is this one had silver hair, just like the emperor.
The nobles cheered at the sight of two beloved royals they had not seen in a while. Evie's sight was trained on the young man, that she did not see the emperor's eyes on her.
