Taking a better look at him, he did resemble the king. He had a similar facial structure, jaws carved and sharp and narrow, piercing unfeeling eyes.
Unlike Sebastian however, this man had dark brown eyes.
Could it really be the late king?
But he was dead! The man she watched walk away at the moment was young, about King Sebastian's current age range.
Not knowing what else to do, Celestiel began following him. Despite suspecting he could not see her even if she stood before him, she made her steps discreet, tiptoeing behind him and unfazed by the not so discreet crunching of leaves and twigs under the weight of her feet.
Alex walked in front of her, oblivious to her presence as he trudged on. He walked with an air of intimidation, as though he wanted to tell people they would die if they displeased him without uttering a word.
His shoulders were squared and he had the physique of a warrior.
