BLACKTREE HOLD
1014 AF SEEDMONTH
DAY 78
Dak!
Dak!
The sound of footsteps echoed through the otherwise silent hall. Arial marched with his men, all sporting golden armor with an impressive dragon design.
Arial stood out, his breastplate encrusted with rubies, his long white hair flowing behind him, his blue eyes piercing looking at the people inside the Hall and there is a slight smile on his face, a look of satisfaction.
Standing there, taller than most men around his age, he seems to ooze charisma and every movement that he made exudes authority
Derrick suddenly understood why so many men had bowed down to the young lord; he emitted the air of a king and a warrior.
He walked, strutting to his seat, prideful and powerful, domineering in the most natural form. His eyes don't view this like a glory, more like a trifle
Derrick sighed and gesture to his son.
"Gerrick, do you see that?"
"See what?" Gerrick stood beside his father, watching Arial in awe.
