Chapter 3 - Parting the Sea of Silk
Leo’s footsteps fell softly against the polished marble floor, a faint tapping sound that somehow possessed the power to pierce through the swelling symphony. One by one, the guests in the grand hall began to notice this jarring, out-of-place presence. They stepped back. The crowd of aristocrats, draped in silk and velvet, unconsciously parted like the Red Sea, carving a perfectly straight, unobstructed path from the entrance directly to Arthur and his daughter.
Not a single person raised their voice to stop him. Not a single security guard rushed forward. An invisible, magnetic aura radiated from the dirt-smudged boy, freezing everyone in their tracks. They could only stare in a mixture of bewilderment and awe.
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Arthur furrowed his brow, instinctively tightening his protective grip on Seraphina’s hand. He opened his mouth to call for security, but the moment his eyes locked onto the boy's, the words died in his throat. There was something hauntingly familiar about the child, a sudden, sharp ache in Arthur's chest that defied logic. Sensing the drastic shift in the room's energy, Seraphina slowly lifted her blank gaze, fixing her eyes on the boy approaching them.
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