Tiamat stood tall and fearsome, his shoulders were wide, his silver hair seemed to have a touch of lavender in the flickering light of the torch lamps that were lit around the dining area.
His golden tan in comparison to Torque's paleness spoke volumes about the master's vitality and the way he moved with a warrior's determination and pride.
No one could deny Tiamat was a rightful dragon lord but it was not the garments that made him one but his masculine grace that made him outshine even the Duke in such close quarters.
All eyes would have still been on him even if he wasn't handsome; he had a natural commanding presence that compelled people to obey and follow his lead without words being spoken.
Despite his good looks, and even if she had not seen him in action Fiona would have had no doubt that he was a warrior.
This dragon lord never hesitated to make decisions, he wasn't afraid to swing his blade for a cause.
