At Lark’s words, a large door opened to the side of the podium, revealing a cloaked man emerging from the shadows. My eyes trained on his long, silver-flecked black hair extending to his shoulders in waves, his billowing dark green cloak, his powerful strides. When he roamed his gaze over the crowd, a shiver went down my spine at his piercing eyes: one a deep blue, and one so light it appeared white.
