Crowns—bronze, silver, and gold—perched on each Keeper’s head. Cúron wore flowing light blue robes edged in fur, which gave him an impressively regal aspect, especially since he was so much older than the other two Keepers. Atael wore a dark purple cape clasped around his neck, a bad idea for practical reasons.
He saw it all in a blink.
Once he saw Kiria, his attention for anything else melted away.
A sound as though he were clearing his throat ripped out of him. Very little could make him stop dead in his tracks, but the sight of her Beauty almost did. He willed his legs to move forward, toward the center throne where she sat. His heart hammered in his chest and dry throat. It hurt to look at her.
He wanted to stop time, to linger and memorize her. Every line was perfect, suggesting t
