The figure standing before her looked to be around her age, though perhaps a few years older, and while his build made it clear that he was a man, almost everything else about him blurred that distinction in a way that made him strangely androgynous at first glance.
His facial features were smooth, almost delicate, carrying a faint femininity, and his voice, when he had spoken, had been refined and soft, though there was still a subtle masculinity beneath it that anchored his presence.
His attire removed any remaining doubt.
He wore a sleek black suit, perfectly tailored to his frame, with a deep red shirt beneath it and a bow neatly fastened at his neck, giving him the appearance of a noble attending a formal gathering rather than someone standing in an infinite void.
His hair was just as immaculate, a deep black styled neatly back with a glossy sheen, as if every strand had been placed with intent.
His posture was composed, elegant, and perfectly controlled.
