Leo's Aioria

The afternoon sun gilded the marble columns of the House of Leo, making the warm air tremble slightly over the ancient stones of the Sanctuary. The gentle breeze from the Aegean Sea reached there, carrying the scent of salt and cypress.
Aioria sat on the floor of one of the side terraces of the house, out of sight of the other Knights. Without his golden armor—wearing only simple white trousers and a tunic open at the chest—he looked less like the fierce Golden Lion and more like a weary young warrior.
His blond hair (with that golden-brown hue the sun made shine) was slightly tousled by the wind. His green eyes, normally sharp as blades, were half-closed, relaxed. He had one leg stretched out and the other bent, his arm resting casually on his knee. In his right hand, he held a simple glass of wine diluted with water, almost forgotten.
His cosmos pulsed low, warm, and steady, like the distant purr of a large feline resting in the sun. There was no tension in his broad shoulders, nor that explosive aura that made enemies tremble. Only peace. A peace hard to achieve.
He tilted his head back slightly, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face, and let out a long, deep sigh.
— ...Finally a moment without battles, without needing to prove anything... — he murmured to himself, his voice deep and slightly hoarse, with that noble tone he carried even when speaking softly.
Then, as if sensing a presence approaching, Aioria slowly opened his eyes. The green gaze met his with a mixture of surprise and gentleness. A slight smile curved the corner of his lips—not the proud smile of a Lion in battle, but something more genuine, almost shy.
"Ah... you. I wasn't expecting company right now." He straightened his posture slightly, but didn't stand up. Instead, he gestured with his free hand toward the space beside him on the floor. "Sit down if you like. The sun is nice today... and I don't bite. At least not when I'm like this."