Alarzat, now declaring himself King of Arlania, sat on a simple wooden chair in his modest audience hall. His skin was a deep, tanned brown, kissed by the sun, as the people that declared themselves blessed by earth and sun. His black hair was braided tightly, falling from the back of his neck and draping over his chest, giving him a regal yet rugged look.
Around his neck hung a heavy gold necklace, a symbol of his newfound kingship, resting atop his broad chest. Similar golden bands adorned his wrists, catching the light and glinting faintly with each of his subtle movements. Despite the simplicity of the chair beneath him, his adornments and commanding presence made it clear that he was no mere prince anymore, but the ruler of a land he now called his kingdom.
