The doors swung open, and four guards, the King, and Rose entered the room. The King sat down on the throne while the new guards spread around the room, and Rose stood next to him.
His face was that of a man, rough and aged. He had eyes that had seen plenty of death, many of which undoubtedly came from his hands. He had a white beard but short red hair and a golden crown on his head.
He didn't wear much armor, going for a more decorated looking King, but I could still feel some sort of power coming out of it as our own clothing, and I knew they were far from some formal clothes.
He lifted his hand, his aura pulsated with intensity, and Ace walked forward, kneeling beside me. She lowered her head, and I got a glance of anxiety mixed with pure awe on her face.