The murmurs in the hall shifted the moment Viktor entered, his presence commanding quiet attention even before his voice could. For someone so eternally young in appearance, his reputation was anything but. A vision of aristocratic refinement, Viktor's fair hair framed his face in soft streaks, his ice-blue eyes betraying centuries of cold calculation hidden behind an innocent smile.

 

To many gathered, he was a symbol of Bergen's entrenched power—one of the untouchable Adelsstand. It was said that he could charm anyone into a deal and never leave a trail of his true motives behind. He was here, traveling with the Ausdauer family, but his loyalty probably was not.