Ares watched the tall man being escorted in by the guards. His tall shiny leather boots with heels and ankles decorated with chains made a clicking sound as he walked. A long black jacket met his boots at the knees with silver buttons aligned on each side under the collar. Beneath he wore a white shirt and a black vest, well ironed.
His hands were covered with a pair of black leather gloves and he held a cane in of them. A black wooden cane with a silver handle.
Fashionable, Ares thought.
He walked straight, his dark hair combed back from a face that marked him as a dragon. And those eyes were the most unique ones he had ever seen. The man was blessed with looks.
Nazneen stood beside him, also staring.
As he neared, the man's lips curved into a polite smile. Ares had already accessed him. No weapons he could detect except for the cane but he expected no less from this man.
He gave the guards a nod to retreat.
