Chapter 97 The Masked

The masquerade ball was an affair of the most resplendent kind. Gilded chandeliers cast their golden hue upon the cavernous ballroom as an orchestra played a soft, seductive waltz. Masked figures in elaborate gowns and cut-tailored suits swirled across the polished floor. Every step moves fluidly and precisely, but every step held within it a whisper of danger. Alexander Royce stood at the edge of the room in a tuxedo that seemed to cling to his frame, his eyes grey steel behind a black mask, the very epitome of discipline and power the man was. His gaze, sharp as his features, cut across the room no less for threats than for his target.