"My King..." The manor fell into a suffocating silence as everyone bowed low, trembling under the tyrant's presence. Rosalind curtsied deeply as her eyes lowered in a show of submission that seemed to satisfy Alaric. His cold gaze swept over her before moving through the room, inspecting the others with a detached indifference.
Amaris, however, remained frozen in place. Her wide hazel eyes locked on the king in disbelief. She could barely comprehend the reality before her was King Alaric, standing not twenty feet away, with every detail matching the book's description. The two-colored eyes, one dark, the other piercing blue, and the unmistakable scar crossing his blue eye, a reminder of his brutal past.
It's really him... she thought, her mind struggling to keep pace with the unfolding
