Sylas had never seen such a well-kempt man before. Well, not unless he counted himself. But even for him, these days, keeping up with his usual habits without them being instantly ruined in battle was near impossible.
But this man…
He looked like a prince charming that stepped right out from the fantasy books. He had a classic sword on his hip with a guard that wrapped around the handle, and he wore a royal, pressed uniform that outlined his broad chest and shoulders well.
His hair had just a few loose strands, but their blond filaments were well tucked, sweeping up and back across the top of his head. However, at that point, everything that felt so very human about him finally stopped.
His eyes were just two sapphire orbs, reflecting like gems with every twinkle of his eye. His skin was a greyish undertone of pale, and though his teeth were as white and straight as could be, his tongue looked particularly odd.
