The prince's posture stiffened and he watched with narrowed eyes as the alien moved closer to where Varya stood in the garden.
As the alien turned down a different path, the prince noticed him to be a fellow Basilian. Having the usual orange eyes and tanned skin, his race was unmistakable. This man, however, wore his hair long and down his back. He was a few years older than Basileus, but he was of lower rank and likely weaker than the prince.
"Theron," the prince mumbled, suddenly remembering his name.
Theron kept walking until he was on the same pathway as Varya. He leaned against a stone fence post, observing her from far away. He was giving her a look that could only mean one thing: he wanted her.
