The moment the great doors swung open, a hush rolled through the grand hall like a sudden wind sweeping across a field. Every head bowed instantly...no hesitation, no scattered movement. Only one unified wave of reverence.
King Valerian Stormborne entered.
He walked with the calm assurance of a man who never needed to declare his power; it radiated from him naturally. His blond hair caught the light from the chandeliers above, glowing like strands spun from sunlight. His eyes...cold, sharp, and impossibly arresting.....swept across the hall with an authority that made even seasoned ministers shrink back instinctively.
He wore a deep black coat embroidered with subtle silver patterns, fitted perfectly to his broad shoulders. The mantle draped over him added to his imposing height, the rich fabric shifting with every purposeful step he took. There was no mistaking it....he was beautiful, he was dangerous, and he was their king.
