"Mr. Von Heim. A pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise,"
Lugh replied, his voice calm and uninflected, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he took in the figure before him.
The man standing a few paces away possessed the kind of appearance expected from someone born into one of the great houses.
His lush, raven-black hair was immaculately combed, falling just short of his shoulders.
His frame was tall and slender, clothed in an understated uniform that suggested pedigree without flaunting it.
His features were refined—sharp cheekbones, high brow, a mouth perpetually half-curved into a polite smile. He looked the part of nobility.
Yet, there was something amiss. Unlike the majority of bluebloods Lugh had encountered, this one spoke softly.
The tone reminded him of Major General Lovainne. Still, the similarities ended there.
