"Sebulonia?" Brutus chuckled lightly at the maid's nickname for the kingdom. He nodded his head slightly as she spoke about dressing to meet with him. He walked off of the balcony his armor clanging against one another as he did so. "I will prepare..." With that, he left to go to his dressing room. Entering the private dressing room swiftly, Brutus slowly peeled off his under armor and pants, feeling his rippling ab muscles twitch from the slight movement. At every move of discarded fabric, his massive biceps flinched and flexed, the ultimatum of a ripped physical specimen. Scars, red and deep, littered his muscular torso in multiple spots, a testament to many battles in his 25 years of living.

He adorned himself with regal clothing, a deep satin cloth, made fit for a king. Finally after dressing himself, he exited the room adjusting his cloak.