The king sat upon his throne with an air of effortless authority, his presence filling the grand chamber despite his modest height.
His greying hair, though thinning at the top, was neatly combed back, giving him a distinguished look rather than one of age.
His beard, scruffy but well-kept, framed his strong jawline, though it curiously lacked a mustache, a choice that somehow made his grin all the more roguish.
His sharp eyes gleamed with amusement and mischief, as if he found the world endlessly entertaining, and the deep laugh lines around them suggested a man who enjoyed life rather than merely endured it.
Dressed in rich, deep-colored robes embroidered with golden threads, he carried himself with the ease of a ruler who had long mastered the art of kingship, not just in power, but in charm.
Though he sat upon a grand throne, his posture was relaxed, as if the weight of the crown had never once burdened him.
