Mikhailis masked any reaction, thankful that the hush in the hall provided cover for his momentary pause. He simply inclined his head as if in mild respect, taking in every detail. Haradon's left eye twitched—just once—and the king turned that same sharp gaze toward Mikhailis as if sensing the scrutiny. Then, in a move that had all the grace and subtle intimidation of a predator, Haradon smiled. It was not a broad grin of warmth, but a controlled gesture that said, I see you, and you will not surprise me.
"Careful where your eyes linger, young man," Haradon said softly, yet his words echoed in the hush, dancing on the strings of tension in the hall. "I have a tendency to look back."
