"Your Highness..." A towering figure, broad-shouldered and imposing, stepped forward, clad in a brown tunic. He trailed the man who wore a rich red garment with a fur lining and embroidered details. His dark purple brocade cloak billowed majestically behind him.
Just by his clothes that screamed opulence, Lara surmised that the man must be a prince. His hair was like ebony with a fringe on the left covering a fourth of his forehead. It was wavy, short at the front, exposing both his ears, but long at the back. He possessed a certain rugged charm, with chiseled features and a confident demeanor that turned heads. His eyebrows were shaped like a sword, and his eyes were brown. Well, it wasn't as intense as that of Alaric, where one who dared to peep could drown in the twin obsidian pools.
He was a handsome man in a sense, but not as handsome as that man.
'Heck! What am I even thinking?' Lara chided herself.
