Bad blood

Truly a man entered the room. The man oozed of a different air from Oliviér. When Oliviér entered the room he sucked the life out of the room, leaving only the sour and scholarly air.

As thick boots hit the floor, it left thudding noises in it's wake. The moment such a huge person entered the room instead of sucking the life out of the room he left only a domineering aura that spread throughout the room.

Elizabeth's eyes widened.

Hair that was a fine blonde, so short that it was trimmed along his forehead. Thick muscles building up his buff mass, and red eyes. He was wearing what looked like a jacket built from a cattle's skin— leather. His trousers were built the same as well, and his shirt was a plain white that showed too much chest skin.

The dressing to, Elizabeth was strange. She had seen Commoners put on anything in the name of shielding their nakedness if they had nothing to wear, but Elizabeth had never seen this style before.

She was frankly bewildered and intrigued. She wan