When Cassian Drakov entered the royal banquet with his father Ristof Drakov, the hall was already filled with nobles and dignitaries.
Everything was exactly as grand as the reputation of the ruler of Elyndria suggested.
His father was right in one aspect people here are top beauties even average person has great features.
Golden chandeliers illuminated the hall, musicians played soft melodies, and the nobles moved gracefully between conversations. The atmosphere was elegant and powerful—befitting the birthday banquet of King Aurelian.
Ristof led his son forward.
"We'll greet the king first, he's our important vvip member in our casino" he said calmly.
Cassian followed.
His gaze moved across the hall before finally resting on the king himself.
The ruler of Elyndria stood beside his Queen , speaking with several nobles. The king was a fine middle-aged man, his presence steady and commanding even without effort.
Ristof greeted respectfully. He doesn't need to bow like others he had the authority and power to stand here equally or maybe more.
"Your Majesty."
Cassian followed with a polite greeting.
Ristof gestured toward him. "My son."
The king observed Cassian for a moment before smiling.
"What a fine young man your son is."
Words were genuine not like flattery or pretense.
Cassian inclined his head slightly. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
After a few formal words, Cassian excused himself. His father remained with the king, the two of them quickly falling into conversation that looked less like diplomacy and more like old acquaintances speaking comfortably.
Cassian walked away toward the quieter side of the hall.
There he found Elena.
But the moment he saw her face, he stopped.
Elena looked… shocked.
She was dressed beautifully tonight in a deep wine-colored gown, elegant and composed as always.
Yet now she looked as if she had just seen a ghost.
Cassian frowned slightly.
"What happened?"
Elena didn't answer immediately.
Instead, she slowly raised her hand and pointed toward the center of the hall.
Cassian followed her gaze.
For the first time in a long while—
His calm eyes widened slightly.
Across the hall was a small omega running to somewhere.
Blond locks swayed lightly as he moved, catching the warm light of the chandeliers. His smile was bright—like sunlight itself.
And those eyes.
Blue.
Clear like the ocean.
Familiar.
Yet somehow different from the memory in his mind.
For a moment, Cassian simply stared.
Astonished.
He had searched for that omega everywhere for more than a year.
Every city.
Every connection.
And now—
Just when he had finally stopped looking—
God decided to show him a glimpse.
Cassian almost laughed.
God truly knows how to play with players.
Without hesitation, he began walking.
Then faster.
His strides grew longer until he finally reached the running omega and grabbed his wrist firmly.
This time—
He wouldn't let him disappear again.
But the omega turned toward him with confusion in his eyes.
"Let me go"
"Who are you?"
The words landed like ice.
As if they had never met.
As if he were a stranger.
For a moment, Cassian Drakov said nothing.
Something dark flickered in his eyes.
He had thought about this omega every single day and every night got his dreams.
Yet the person standing in front of him—
Had forgotten him completely like a passerby, was i that much unnoticeable in his eyes.
Cassian was enraged by this foolish omega's words.
He tightened his grip on omega's wrist to not let him go.