Her sky-blue eyes then settled on the crown atop his brow. Now, close-up, she could see that it was indeed a different crown, despite the similarities. It was still bronze, but delicate black veins ran through the polished metal. Across the whole length of the circlet, intricate crossed swords were interwoven. At the middle of his brow, a detailed direwolf head with ruby for an eye met the one of a roaring dragon, who had a dark sapphire-encrusted eye. Across the length of the bronze, first men runes were beautifully inscribed and in the dim light of the night looked like they were a flowing river. For a short moment, she felt that the runes glowed with soft purple light but it went away as she blinked in wonder. Compared to the previous crown, this one gave off an ethereal and mystical beauty.