Chapter 195: ARRIVAL AT LYSORA (1.2)
A man on a white stallion trotted his way toward David's carriage, the thundering hooves slowing to a graceful halt. He was an imposing figure whose very presence seemed to command the attention of all around him. Golden hair, cascading like molten sunlight, framed his face, part of it tied back into a taut ponytail that emphasized his sharp, chiseled features. His jawline was strong, cut like marble, and his eyes, fierce and resolute, glimmered with an intensity that spoke of both experience and an indomitable will.
The scarlet cape draped across his broad shoulders flared dramatically in the gentle breeze, an extension of his regal air. It was secured with intricate silver clasps that shone with a warrior's prestige, each etched with ancient runes whose meanings had been lost to all but the most learned scholars.