Blair would be lying if he said he wasn't shocked when Ryley told him that the person who had come all the way here was Tristan Heisenberg, a direct descendant of the founding dynasty.
He no longer doubted the blond's words now that he entered Tristan's domineering air, feeling the heavy and intimidating pressure leaking out of the young man's gunmetal blue eyes.
The old man might not be well-educated about the natural power that came with a royal blood because it was believed that the bloodline had been broken ever since the first great war.
But now that he saw for himself how the loyal guards in the Headquarters defended the dauntless invader before him, Blair believed that Tristan must have done something to manipulate their mind and gain control over them.
Tristan scoffed coldly as he looked past Blair and locked his contemptuous gaze with Ryley.