High Lord Garceleen POV
The Spring Court was lively like a typhoon and chaos never descended, brimming with laughter and joy from the races spread through the flora and fauna.
The Clan Heads had different emotions plastered upon their faces, sparing me no glance and minding their own while ignoring the pestering youths.
My youths are among the ignored.
Cyprien's footsteps echoed down the hallway, marching towards me with Cystril on her toe, rolling her eyes at the unethical act of her so-called only brother.
That too had too much patience over the youngest.
"Father!"
A deep inward growling tickled my ears, but it was still not enough to force me to look away from the statue carved with the utmost details in front of me.
"Father!"
Cyprien blocked my view, gaining my stare while I
