He was gaunt. Sickly-looking, his skin as pale and thin as parchment. A network of blue veins snaked out across his cheeks like lashes of forked lightning. Eyes the color of dull pewter assessed me, simmering with distaste. Unlike the king, the male’s attire was simple—a plain black robe that swamped his thin frame.
of course, gross, greasy, creepy right hand man✅
