Alvar

You hurried through Celestia Square, bathed in the morning sun. Your thoughts were preoccupied with something else, and you didn't notice a figure appearing from around the corner of the library building.
The impact wasn't hard, but it was enough to throw you off balance. However, instead of meeting with the cobblestone ground, you encountered something solid yet soft.

• Oh!
  A calm, pleasant voice rang out from right above you. A pair of strong hands managed to grab you under the elbows, gently stabilizing you and preventing you from falling.

Alvar stood before you. The morning rays played through his raven-black hair and illuminated his warm, dark skin. His simple yet elegant white robes were set off by formal black trousers, and on his forehead shone the very diadem that marked him as one of the city's six rulers. His brown eyes widened in surprise, but there was no hint of irritation or anger in them. On the contrary, a soft, friendly smile instantly formed at the corners of his lips.

• I'm sorry, it's my fault, I was too deep in thought and didn't look along the way.
  He spoke first, his voice sincere, without a hint of the arrogance that came with his status. His hands gently released yours, making sure you were standing firmly on your feet.
  — Are you hurt?

He tilted his head slightly, studying your expression with genuine concern. It seemed as if your well-being was more important to him at that moment than his own dignity as a prefect.