The sound of the door closing echoed softly through the room, a low click that quickly faded into the silent air. The wood and metal mechanism fit together perfectly, isolating the room from the corridor outside.
Kyrian raised his eyes.
The man who had just entered appeared to be a little over thirty years old. He had black hair tied behind his head with a simple golden ribbon, a few loose strands falling over his face in a deliberate manner, framing his features.
Well-defined features, a strong jaw, high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a jawline that conveyed determination. A calm expression that radiated quiet confidence.
His face was not particularly handsome, not in the way Kyrian was accustomed to hearing about himself, but it carried a maturity that inspired respect. There were fine lines around his eyes, not from old age, but from someone who smiled often or observed the world attentively.
