The man in front caught my attention the moment we were seated.
Our table had been placed in the middle of the hall, close to the stage where the musicians performed.
The man had a gentle, yet striking physical appearance. A broad sash of deep blue was slung across his chest, leaving the rest of his upper body bare, the sculpted planes of muscle catching the dim light.
Loose dark trousers clung to his narrow hips and fell in flowing folds to his ankles, silver embroidery glinting along the seams like moonlight tracing every step. His long dark blond hair brushed the tops of his shoulders, thick and slightly tousled, with strands falling carelessly across his forehead as though they refused to obey order.
He stood on a tall chair built high enough to accommodate his height, placing him directly before a harp unlike any I had ever seen. Its frame gleamed with golden polish, each curve smooth like the metal had been poured from sunlight itself.
