The empty palace hall echoed with a distant drumming of heavy but confident footsteps, their rhythm resembling a well-trained marching knight.
A tall man in his early forties was making his way through the long and well-lit hallway, his long, curly, dark-red hair swayed from side to side as he moved, reflecting the burning glow of the setting sun. His perfectly tailored green royal uniform outlined his tall frame and broad shoulders making his marching silhouette look as formidable as that of a titan.
Though already of respectable age, the man's features seemed to have successfully avoided the relentless effects of time. His jaw was strong and sharp, with light stubble covering its skin as a sign of a neglected morning routine. His eyes were set deep below his eyebrows, yet the thick outline of dark red lashes along with the bright green glimmer mixed with the subtle yellow hue of their irises still contrasted well against the light complexion of his smooth and soft skin.
