If you asked a twenty-first-century girl whether she preferred boys clean-shaven or bearded, most would still think shaving made them look fresher. If a beard was not carefully groomed, it looked messy. The vagrants on the streets did not shave.
But if a beard was carefully groomed, it could look very stylish. At the very least, Georgiana did not find bearded men that hard to accept.
Severus did not grow a beard, nor did he properly tend his hair. All of it was to save time for things he considered important.
Peacock Malfoy did not grow one either, but that was because he wanted to preserve his handsome appearance. Though he did not spend as much time grooming himself as Narcissa, he definitely spent far more than ordinary men.
As a joke, she had helped Severus shave once. She had done a poor job, and he had not shaved over it himself. Afterward, she had enough self-awareness not to shave him again.
It looked simple, but was actually very difficult in practice. She would rather have given Severus a magical razor as a birthday present.
Yet now Napoleon wanted her to shave him as a birthday gift. The straight razor in her hand was incredibly sharp and could easily slit his throat.
But her eyes were like mirrors, reflecting a face that had almost nothing to do with words like imposing or mighty. If he appeared on a university campus, people would take him for a student or perhaps a teaching assistant. They would never associate him with the word emperor, a ruler representing feudal oppression.
His eyes were like a picture frame, with only her shadow inside.
As for the definition of masculine charm, she had always believed it had nothing to do with merely looking good. The nobles