Arrival of Lord Shan and Lady Sasha [Part-2]
From beyond the doors, a figure stepped out, his movements carrying such gravity that it appeared to curve the room around him, compressing it, so that it became smaller, almost holy, in his presence. Each step he took was measured, calculated, as if the universe itself stood waiting to see what he would do next. He was the embodiment of command, kinglike and unbreakable, a man who required no introduction but insisted on one. His golden robes shone deep and molten with a soft brilliance, embroidered with elaborate designs that seemed to dance with the light of the chandelier, catching it as if spun from thread made of sunlight itself. Gold hair fell across his shoulders in gentle waves, glinting with a light that was almost supernatural, and a carefully trimmed beard set around a face that told of authority, elegance, and unshakeable vigor.
