"State your business. Immediately," he said, as his striking green eyes glared at the scroll in his hands.

He sat at his table with his back to the window, creating an etheral halo to wrap around his figure like a painting from an expensive book. His handsome face was scrunched in distaste, as if whatever was written in the scroll had insulted him directly.

He was dressed in green, as always. The only color he'd worn since you first complimented him.