I walked past the stunned guards with an effortless grace, entering the Inner Council. The small flock of men raised their eyebrows and garnered a few stray glances my way as I sashayed my way to the middle of the room, interrupting their small gathering.
Unmoved by their agitation in the disturbance of my presence, I sauntered right up to the stout, familiar frame.
Constantine.
He looked quite startled and taken back from my presence. For a man his age, he still held on to much of the handsomeness he had possessed when he was obviously younger, though now bearing a few grays in his wealth of black hair and wrinkles.
He finally shook himself out of whatever reverie he was in and cleared his throat, "I must say your beauty never fails to astound me, my dear, so tell me,
