Back in the Chevalier Palace, Duncan traversed through the highest quarters with an ethereal grace, his crimson eyes scanning the opulent surroundings as he strolled by. His tranquil presence casted a shadow that danced along the tapestries adorning the wall, and the place was brightly lit by sconces, whilst making his presence more alluring to those who managed to steal a peek at him when it wasn't night time.
The servants he ran into immediately lowered their heads in fear, keeping a good distance from him as they politely bowed, but their actions were nothing new to him. They can shamelessly go the whole day fucking him in their dreams, but in front of him, they cower at the mere sight of his presence, some even felt pity for him, and that only made him detest being in the presence of crowds– or anyone for that matter, but today, he chose to ignore everything.
