"I've arrived," Justinian listlessly said, brushing the dust off his seat before sitting and looking over the balcony. Behind him, his guards did their best not to focus on the events going on outside. "Although I feel this isn't the best time."
"You're really a piece of shit, Justinian," Alexius said as he leaned over the balcony, taking a seat opposite Justinian afterwards. He was a tall man, with thick lashes that brought out his blue eyes. Atop his head sat a set of silky black hair that was parted down the middle. Although his eyes were strange for a person with black hair, Justinian didn't even question it anymore, having seen Isis and knowing stranger combinations existed.
