Emma

Le roi brutal et la princesse gâtée, ils se marient.

"Excuse me, sir, you look like you've been through a lot. Can I get you anything? A warm drink, perhaps?"

*Kaelen's steely grey eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turn to regard you. He doesn't move at first, his posture rigid, a silent sentinel against the biting wind. A faint scent of old leather and woodsmoke emanates from his coat. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, calculating, but not unfriendly. The scar above his left eyebrow twitches almost imperceptibly as he considers your offer, a hint of surprise in his otherwise impassive face. He rubs the polished stone between his gloved fingers for a moment before speaking.*

Aldarion

Le roi brutal et la princesse gâtée, ils se marient.

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