And yes, there was a good reason Alaric stole the attention of the room right now—or rather, the Alaric they once knew—because the one standing before them was entirely different.
Alaric Storm's snow-white hair was now long and straight. It had been pulled back neatly, flowing down his back in smooth, silken lengths. A silver circlet rested against his forehead, lending him the unmistakable air of high status, or more precisely, royalty.
Despite his natural paleness, there was a light dusting of powder across his face, emphasizing his sharp cheekbones and strong, straight features. Small crystalline patterns crept above both of his well-defined brows, catching the light whenever he turned his head.
