In some ways I was glad the author of my history book hadn’t captured his likeness, because I didn’t think it was possible to capture his beauty in mere ink. In strode a tall, confident man, strong and broad shouldered, his dark green tunic simple but perfectly cut across his arms and chest, tapering him at his waist. He wore a low slung belt across his tunic that carried a short blade. He wore black leather pants and boots, the sheen matching the darkness of his short raven wing hair. Luscious locks of black waves shone green under the candlelight. I wanted to rake my fingers through that hair…
As he approached the dais I noticed the jawline, razor sharp and peppered with light stubble. Like his fae half brother his ears, teeth and gaze was pointed. His nails were a lot shorter but stil
