Piercing eyes that could see straight through to the very core of you...
Never a lie could be told to him...not with that gaze of fire it would make you burn within...
Such poise and grace like no other... even in the midst of a battlefield the King's horse could always be found with no banner
The winds... the earth... the river spoke of his name...
Only the fire he would not venture near... as it has claimed his lover
The only foe he could not conquer
And when he spoke... the world listened... magic on his tongue...even if barely a whisper
Cross him...and as she would say...his little lover...
His sword could cut through you whether at the dinner table or on the battlefield... sharp wit, or blade, it didn't matter
But a heart of Gold... is how he got his name
As - Tiar
Of Golden Heart.
The One Who Remembers.
King Astiar... No Other.
King of Golden Heart
She calls upon You.
And no other.
Tell him to rise...
I fight for no other.
You can see him... he's right there
That's my King.
The one with the Golden Eyes...
And warm glow.
I bow to no other.
- Queen Meliara Astiar (energetic seal)