Mircea bit her lip, as she gazed in the depths of his emerald green eyes which had specks of golden and black unlike her grey. Her eyes were more on the blue side whereas his were on the green and golden. It was totally contrasting, yet similar. It was exhilarating. His long, pitch black hair was straight and tied in a pony.
His body was dwarfing the chair he was perched upon. The tunic wasn't made of fine clothes or anything. It was made of cotton which let the air in and out. There was little black hair peeking out of it, Mircea could swear she had seen ink peeking out from his hips. It was still a mystery: that the future king of Cetus had inked his body.
No royal did that. If Frey had stepped out of the box, Mircea was very much curious about what was underlying the thin sheet of cloth he wore every-day.