Valerio Hawthorne was right about Rowan's height and he had cropped stark raven hair, contrasting highly with his pale skin as his hair sat in a luscious mess of curls on his head and forehead.
He was dressed in a tunic as dark as the nightsky which had embroidery done with silver thread as on his fingers he wore several silver coloured rings with obsidian stones. A glass of wine was held lazily in his long fingers.
The more Rowan observed the man, the more gracious he seemed to get. Every little movement that Valerio made had a symphony of it's own. He moved with such elegance that all of courtly manner that Rowan had been taught in his childhood seemed small in front of Valerio.
Valerio's face had sharp features which made him look prettier in Rowan's opinion and if Valerio hadn't
