CYNRIC studied the young man before him. The inky black hair, the dark eyes with their slight upward tilt at the outer corners, giving them a graceful yet piercing quality. His features walked the perfect line between delicate and striking. Sharp cheekbones balanced by a softer jawline, lips neither too thin nor too full. There was an effortless harmony to his face, like every element had been carefully measured to complement the others without losing its natural edge.
In simpler words, Astrid Townsend was beautiful in that quiet yet striking way, the kind of looks that didn't demand attention but naturally drew the eye regardless.
One might wonder how the emperor knew about some rising actor. But as he'd just said, it was entirely because of his brother. Wulfric might believe he'd been discreet, but anyone paying proper attention would've noticed how much time he had spent with this rookie actor.
