Brutus had been awake early in the morning to survey his kingdom, Aoelia. He sighed and rubbed his temple as he sat down on his throne. His servant had fetched him a glass of water to start the morning.
"Sir," The servant handed him the glass and bowed their head politely.
Brutus extended his hand and took the drink, studying it silently before holding it close to his lips for a sip. He stood up, extending to a staggering 7 feet, a tall man indeed, no wonder why people called him 'King Brute'.
He chuckled lightly as he ran his fingers through his pale red hair, his deep green eyes glancing at his beautiful kingdom. He stood atop of the castle balcony, standing tall and proud.

His people were strange indeed, most of the population had red hair, something that was quite rare in genetics, and most were rather tall even the women. Though they were beautiful nonetheless.