The sounds of rustling leaves, the wind caressing the grass, the sound of horses' hooves walking on the wet ground, the royal soldiers on their horses while their defenses are a little lowered, the armor shining in the sunlight. The Emperor's white horse was in the lead, it was a hunting trip, it was Emperor Gillian's habit, to go on a hunting trip every week to clear his mind, and to let the day shine on his snow-white hair, and his handsome cold and dry features, his sky-blue eyes staring here and there silently, searching for a prey to hunt, the royal clothes that hugged his muscular body, and the red velvet shirt that tightened around his upper body of solid muscles, multiple layers seen in the outfit, including a long robe-like garment that drapes elegantly. The clothing also has textures, such as smooth satin-like surfaces contrasted with more textured lace. His cold eyes caught the young deer eating grass from a distance and he grabbed his bow and arrow, holding them tightly as he aimed it at the deer.