Hiryuu's hair fell like scarlet, almost like silk waves. It was beautiful and long, almost like a hint to his divine status.
It was like he became a beacon showing that he isn't just man. His dragon blood appeared so visible by the beautiful tone of his hair. And Zeno wondered briefly if ever there was a man alive who could see King Hiryuu and not tell exactly who he is.
The Red Dragon King. One who became man and protected the nation that he founded. He was kind, compassionate, forgiving, and his nation thrived under his leadership.
Already Zeno began to miss him as time drifted by, and new kings and queens came. New princes and princesses. Tribes fighting for control.
Royal families shifting. But Hiryuu's nation survived despite it all.