The Arrogant Prince
"Who is this esteemed guest that dares to snatch my private room?"
The voice was arrogant.
There was no hesitation in it.
No uncertainty.
It was the kind of voice that belonged to a man who had spent most of his life being obeyed.
A middle-aged man stepped through the doorway.
He was dressed in expensive silk.
The fabric wrapped around his broad frame, embroidered with intricate patterns that made his royal status impossible to miss. Several pieces of fine jewelry hung from his waist, catching the light whenever he moved.
His chin was slightly raised.
His expression carried the unmistakable pride of a man who believed his identity alone should be enough to make everyone around him lower their heads.
This was Prince Fu.
He entered the private room without waiting for permission.
His eyes moved across the room.
He took in the tables.
The furnishings.
The people.
Then his gaze briefly passed over Selena and Rias.
He barely gave them a second glance.
