Re: Grand Staircase
It was a heady feeling to feel the stares of countless eyes upon you and know that they were admiring rather than scornful or derisive. He had never experienced such a thing, yet he found he enjoyed it, and as he observed those below his movements may have been deliberate, meant to tease and coax; he both frightened and thrilled himself. What made him turn his head to glance over his shoulder could not be clearly defined, and his gaze fell upon the man with the sword and cloak in a way that could have been purposeful or by chance.
A soldier, he thought, but that seemed too plain a description. No, this man was a warrior, perhaps, a guardian; a great man. He may have been beautiful, this golden-haired man, but he could not demand the sort of respect that the other man could. Fear, perhaps, but never respect. "Do you believe you'll have need of your sword by night's end, sir?"