Royalty

His head shifts only in small movements under the weight of a crown. His robes rub against the throne with gentle whispers. There is a deep sense of power here, and the couriers only whisper when they pass by from respect and fear. Velvet calm lines the King's smile, an assured grace that matches the velvet he is wrapped in from head to toe. And no one has ever seen anything like it before, and they wouldn't know how to replicate it now. Peasants come and go, and they leave with wide eyes and a primeval assurance of their place in his world