She felt it like a living thread of power, that connection between their eyes. The rest of the room seemed to fade as she looked at him. He wore shined black leather boots and tucked in trousers with silver embroidery up the outer seams, matching the crown atop his head. Rua’s mouth fell open. It was not the simple circlet he usually wore, no—he was wearing a breathtaking crown. As the sapphires sparkled around its base, it was the first time Rua truly felt it: he was a King.
