Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
The sound of an exquisite and expensive shoe hitting the steps of a staircase echoed in the Castle. Aeric tightened the last clasp on his cape, the star-shaped pin glinting under the light of the morning sun streaming through the high windows.
The crimson and gold ensemble clung to his tall, athletic frame like it was tailored by gods themselves, emphasizing on his even broader shoulders and tapering elegantly at his waist.
His red eyes, sharp and captivating, glowed faintly beneath his dark lashes, and the soft waves of his jet-black hair framed his angular face, a blend of regal authority and untamed charisma.
With Evelyn's — his maid — help, he had given himself a good pedicure and manicure, and even more than usual, he looked every bit the young prince ready to carve his name into legend.
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