He pulled his arm away from her touch, stepping back into the shadows of the long velvet curtains. His nonchalant mask didn't return this time; his face was just entirely, beautifully hollow.
"Enjoy the rest of your perfect banquet, Your Highness," Julian murmured softly, his voice fading into the loud music. "I am returning to the eastern wing. My performance for the night is concluded."
He turned and walked toward the grand double doors, his silver hair catching the light one last time before he disappeared into the quiet darkness of the corridor.
