ON seeing Briceus, Elizabeth was stunned, as her feet instantly went numb. Utterly helpless, she took in his charmingly attractive features as he walked with as much gait to assume his Royal seat before the maidens.
Elizabeth observed as Briceus walked with tiger-like tread wearing an unmistakable ethereal scent which swirled around him. To Beth, he was self-prejudiced by nature being the most beautiful human her eyes had ever beheld.
His facials exuded the feature of a czaristic nose—one he carried well, along with angular cheekbones perfectly carved down towards a steely jaw, in the most artistic manner.
His white hair was woven alongside a very mild tint of black which was barely noticeable. His flaming locks extended far below his shoulders. Also, his Spartan shoulders could not be thoroughly hidden beneath his Royal regalia, and Elizabeth swore in her heart that she had not seen a man like him.
