Omega of Two Packs
But his eyes were tired.
And beside the throne, standing like he owned the place, was him. The doors closed behind me with a sound like thunder.
King Zeth of Aurion.
He had no armor. No shirt. Just a royal cape of gold, clasped at one shoulder, falling down his back. The rest of him was bare. Chest, arms, stomach. Sun-kissed skin marked with old scars and one large tattoo right over his heart. A sunburst. Aurion’s mark.
He looked like he had walked out of a fire and decided clothes were a waste of time. His hair was dark, tied back with a gold cord. His face was sharp, strong jaw, full mouth and his golden eyes.