The Cape

In a flourish, he entered the room, cape fluttering at his hind. He was a stranger to all, but that was not the reason why they all turned to stare. He had a certain air about him, a certain importance. The way he carried himself was somewhat unsettling: the gracefulness of his movements seemed to belong to another world, none had seen a man walk like that. And yet the grace was not effeminate: on the contrary, the women seemed unable to look away; they were eating up his virility with their eyes. He was tall, and by the way his cape hung on him, most probably thin or perhaps well toned. His jet-black, straight hair appeared to be wind-blown, standing a bit on end, attractive. But what was most intriguing about him, were his eyes: the deepest of colors -