Azazel sighed for what felt like the tenth time in the last five minutes, he slowly dragged his feet up the stairs like a marionette.
Unlike the guest house in Merelyn falls, their hostelry didn't have a bifurcated staircase, it was a single grand stairway draped with a royal blue carpet.
As he passed by, the receptionist gave him a strange look, one which bordered on awe and a silent question.
It wasn't only the receptionist.
Every single person within the hall was staring at him.
And Azazel?
Well he couldn't care more or less about their gazes, he was sure Elias was receiving his own share of the attention after all, the blonde prince had gone from, sickly frail to a normal athletic blade wielding monster.
It was bound to draw attention, and it was the same reason he was receiving it.
A week ago, Azazel wasn't awakened.
He was an arrogant, intolerable noble who had a very nasty temper and a natural disdain for anyone he met.
