Prince Conrad stood there gazing around the tavern, all 6ft4 of him, his white shirt unbuttoned, exposing half of his muscular chest and the tattoos covering his chest and partial neck. His dirty blonde hair pulled back into a bun, his stubble shaped to go with his sharp jawline and cheeks. The only flaw to his otherwise handsome features was a scar running through his lip.
Ger glanced at the local's faces, a mixture of awe, fascination and fear. He was a big man, and his muscles were on full display for everyone to see. Ger did take note, though, that nobody seemed to recognise him; it was both perplexing and understandable. Hatherland was a northern kingdom, the prince's castle on the coast; it was quite far from where they were now. But the Hart royal family all had a distinguishable look that most commoners knew of.
