Zach naturally didn't want to wait, but there was something about that woman's voice. It carried a powerful presence. Her 'request' for them to wait was no more a request than it was an expectation.
Zach sighed and tapped the carriage, signaling to Nora, who tugged on the reins to the horses, stopping the carriage.
He opened the door and stepped out, his familiars and Nora following him to greet the person who had rushed out from the Imperial Palace in a simple but elegant and expensive dress.
Strikingly blond hair like it was woven from threads of polished gold with crushed diamonds. Eyes that shone like the sun with hints and hues of greens and blues.
Zach put one arm behind his back and the other in front of him with his forearm pressing against his stomach. He bowed, leaning his straight torso forward while sliding one foot slightly backward and bending his knee.
