Minos sat upon the supreme throne, no longer in a simple white robe, but in a set of ornate, magnificent golden ceremonial robes. The long hem cascaded down the stone steps like a golden wave, flowing across the pristine white marble floor.
He rested his chin on one hand, his gaze lowered to the crowd below. It was the same impossibly young and handsome face, its noble, languid air tinged with a contemptuous indifference for all things.
Sang Luo found it impossible to take another step.
'It's not that I hadn't considered this possibility, but to have his identity laid bare like this... it's still hard to believe.' A heavy feeling settled in her chest.
'Was he... deliberately toying with me before?'
Little did she know, from the moment she stepped into the Holy Hall, Minos's gaze had been fixed upon her. A hint of warmth entered his cold, narrow blue eyes.
Seeing her lower her head, sullen and unhappy, his fingertips twitched.
