A low tremor of drums sounded, deep and deliberate, accompanied by brass horns and a regal undercurrent of deep cellos and basses. The orchestra began to bloom as Kai stepped forward with Soriah on his arm; a sleek line of midnight and onyx beside black and tan.
Kai towered over the crowd at 6'7", broad shouldered and built with the kind of strength that came from a lifetime of purpose. His tailored black suit fit him as naturally as training leathers might have, the tan silk waistcoat beneath bringing warmth to his olive complexion, every detail polished without feeling forced. He carried himself with easy confidence, smiling as he greeted familiar faces, making each person feel noticed despite the attention fixed on him. His espresso hair had been pushed back for the evening but refused
