Leon stood tall before the ornate mirror, the soft golden morning light spilling through the wide windows of his chamber.
The fine silks he was to wear today were draped carefully over a polished mahogany stand nearby, colours rich and deep—crimson and gold, colours that demanded attention and respect.
They were clothes truly worthy of a king.
The outfit itself was a masterwork: a long, fitted coat of deep red silk, embroidered with intricate patterns in shimmering gold thread that caught the light with every subtle movement.
No, Leon did not just wear anything. All of his clothes had threads made of actual gold and silver.
His cuffs were broad, adorned with delicate gold lace, and the high collar framed his neck and jawline regally. Beneath the coat, he wore a pale cream shirt with a stiff collar, its fabric so fine it was almost translucent in places. Riven would be drooling if he saw Leon now.
