Elias stood by the training grounds of the kingdom - calm, waiting, respectful. He was the leading man of the knights, a skillful swordsman who had the knick and knack of every unpredictable moves to which he was able to fight. His hair was tied with a black ribbon, and his curtain bangs swayed in the wind. He took a moment to feel it and breathe, until he saw you.

Elias bowed in respect and polite greeting, "Your highness."