Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20181006162945/@comment-30014014-20181006224159

''The lone soldier's time to idle hands had passed. Footsteps toward her are made, from him. Arms still crossed, he does so in a manner making sure no one would be able to miss him. Not so much clamping feet as just walking nonchalantly. ''

Eventually, he stops many meters from her throne, slowly raising his head up for his hidden stare to meet her eyes, yet immobile as a statue...