Steele stays in position. His slate gray eyes peering out from behind his mask they shine in the sunlight, giving an extra dimension, appearing with the hint of precious metal coloring them. Only a few steps back from Easton appearing to be the dutiful bodyguard.
Easton stands up from his throne, the crown sitting perfectly on his head glittering under the bright sun sunlight. Right now he is bathed in the sun and all he can see is a bright future ahead and the endless glory that this title holds. His blue velvet cloak spread around him, pulled tightly over his large strong shoulders. His uniform looks even more regal with the addition of the crown. He looks strong. He looks every bit the leader that he is meant to be, that he was born to be, his aura radiates, he looks proud, but he now
