Looking up at the throne she noticed a well dressed man, tailored clothes to fit him to a T, each embroiled design carefully and meticulous with gold, silver, and blue. The fiery red hair combed to perfection, each time the light hits it, it seems like fire dancing from the change of colors. His emerald eyes look deep into you, daring you to go against him, a sharp gleam to them, and his aura truly that of a king. 'Well ya look at that... I forgot he is a king..'.
