Maximus towered over the women in the room easily. At almost seven feet tall and pure muscle, he was something close to a giant. He had short brown hair and visible scars across his shoulder blades that led down to his chest, hidden from view. He had dark eyes and a stubble that joined into his mustache.
He bowed to the Queen. "Your Majesty," he said. His voice was cold, almost haunting.
"Lord Maximus," she called.
Maximus stood upright as he took in the room with the five ladies. None of them were familiar to him except the Queen. He had not expected this much of an audience, and if he was unsure that the Queen needed him for something a little scandalous, he was sure now.
"Yes, Your Majesty. You called for me," he said with a bored expression on his face. He had better things to do than listen to whatever this was, but since it was on the orders of the King, he couldn't refuse.
"His Royal Majesty has given the order that you adhere to my request," Queen Violeta started to say.
