Today was the day when Azael and his family were going to visit the Capital City.
To the Royal Palace for a meeting with the royal family.
So in the early morning, Azael was getting ready for it, wearing a luxurious dark suit that accentuated his toned frame.
Isabel was helping him, her fingers carefully adjusting his collar with practiced care.
Azael wore a sharply tailored navy suit that fit him perfectly, trimmed with fine gold embroidery along the cuffs and lapels. The blazer-length coat, structured and elegant, opened at the front to reveal a dark patterned vest beneath, fastened with neat rows of golden buttons.
A crisp white shirt and a soft cravat framed his neck, held in place by a small golden brooch.
The inner lining of his coat flashed a deep crimson as he moved, adding a quiet contrast to the refined blue. Slim trousers and polished black shoes completed the look, giving him a composed, noble presence without excess.
