A History of Survival

His older brother suddenly came to a halt, making him slam into the older one's legs. 

"Your Highness," Prince Methias says with a bow.

Before them is a man flanked by guards behind him. Like everyone else, the man is wearing an armor, a long sword at his side. He is tall and stately, standing straight and firm, carrying an air of authority about him. His long hair, showing some sign of graying, is tied up in a bun, adorned with a small circlet of a silver cloth. From his ear dangles a looped earring with four pearl charms hanging from it. His face, though sprayed by the occasional wrinkle, is kind-looking, despite carrying an aura of firmness and certainty. His gray eyes and steely and focused, the only one who is not utterly shaken in terror. No, his eyes and determined and resolved, conveying strength and dignity despite the desperate times. 

The man is cut out of a different cloth from everyone else here, that much