The morning briefing came to a smooth end, but Renzille couldn't stop staring at the man who had sneaked on her on the night she arrived at the main camp.
It was dark that night, so she didn't see him properly, but with the sun blaring down at them..
She couldn't help, but stare at him.
The man stood tall, his long, flowing hair the color of emeralds falling down in soft waves around his shoulders to his waist.
His piercing green eyes, also the same vivid shade of green as his hair, reflected the light of the morning sun, casting a warm glow on his handsome face.
He was a picture of perfection, a vision of a handsome man mentioned in books brought to life.
Dressed in a suit of casual attire for knights, he looked every inch the chivalrous man he was and despite his striking appearance, the man stood before his captain with respect, his hands folded respectfully at his waist.
