As he fastened the brooch, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror that stood next to the door. There was a faint silver glow over his features, which was a result of the runes on the attire he wore. His eyes were framed by his hair, which he combed back with his hands. If he had gotten out of bed earlier, he would have had enough time to get a servant to comb his hair more neatly, but as he had woken late, his own work on his hair would have to do.
Satisfied with his figure, he strode from the bathing chamber with silent footsteps. A few of his servants, with Velmoria in the lead, stood outside the doors waiting in case he needed something.
He never did, but they always waited.
"Dismissed." He waved them away, and only Velmoria and another lesser male demon remained.
