Long white robes with a silver mask. The king returned to Jerusalem. His usual outfit glimmering as he walked through the streets.

His blue eyes were noticeable, making it clear he loved the villages and the people in it. Seeing them as God's pure vision.

Winning battles was enough. But he did not want to be worshipped. He was merely a Son after all. "Peace be with you." He muttered after noticing you.