Moira retreated to the side of the ballroom to take a break. All of a sudden something caught her eye. It was a tall figure dressed in black. It was a man, that´s for
sure. He looked powerful with long black hair. She was looking at his back, maybe it was a wig? As if he could sense that she was watching him, he suddenly turned around and she wasnt prepared for what she saw. This man was certainly not wearing a wig, his darker than black hair was long, thick and straight.
Pulled back from his high forehead and bound together in the neck it fell to his waist like a horses´ mane. He was wearing a black mask, but it wasn´t hard to see his
face that looked like it was created by a master sculptor. The high cheakbones and strong jawline were unmistakable, she would recognize this man anywhere, even
though she had no clue who he was. He saw that she was watching him and made slow attempts to come her way. She wanted to run, but her legs would not obey.
He took off his mask and she could now clearly see the slightly slanted eyes which gave him the air of an Asian warrior. But they were blue...she had never
seen eyes that blue, like pure sapphires.