Familiar Stranger

Chapter 50: Familiar Stranger

He was standing confidently, his unique features and weird presence commanded Lirian's attention.

It wasn't his appearance that stopped her cold—it was his voice.

"Your Grace, it's an honor to serve the crown," he said smoothly, bowing slightly to Gabriel. 

He was calm, deep, and covered with a subtle edge of amusement.

Lirian's heart clenched painfully. 

That voice... It sounded almost identical to the one that had haunted her nightmares—the one that had tortured her with cruel words and twisted magic in the dark. 

But as her eyes darted to his face, something didn't add up.

His eyes were wrong. 

They were a piercing golden, cold, utterly different from the blue, feverish look of her tormentor.

Her breathing quickened as she strode toward him, her tone turned to demanding. 

"Who are you exactly? What are you doing here?"