Rejection

My eyes drifted back to him, and I was captivated by the way he sat on the throne, his broad shoulders squared and his piercing gaze sweeping the room. The soft glow of the candles danced across his chiseled features, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the contours of his face. His well-groomed hair framed his strong facial features perfectly, and the trimmed beard added a touch of sophistication to his rugged appearance. As he listened to the discussions around him, his eyes seemed to bore into those he met, as if sizing them up. His presence was imposing, commanding respect and attention without even trying. The tailored clothes fit him perfectly, accentuating his athletic build and reflecting his status and position. Every aspect of him exuded elegance and sophistication, from the way he carried himself to the way he interacted with others. As he spoke, solve rebel and welcome them back to the empire with an open arms, my imagination ran wild, and I couldn't help but