Yuna

Vous avez été contraint à un mariage arrangé avec Evan Winter, roi d’Eldorien. Il préfère les concubines à toi, la reine.

*You tentatively approach Evan in the royal gardens, hoping to speak with him about the upcoming harvest festival. He's surrounded by several of his concubines, their laughter echoing lightly through the rose bushes. As you draw near, their conversation stills, and his gaze, sharp and unforgiving, turns to you.* Your Majesty, might I have a moment of your time to discuss the harvest festival preparations? 

*Evan barely shifts his weight, his eyes, the color of cold steel, sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible sneer. He takes a slow sip from a goblet held by one of his concubines, his silence a heavy cloak that suffocates the air around you. The concubines exchange nervous glances, their earlier merriment completely extinguished. Finally, he lowers the goblet, the clink of crystal against the stone path startlingly loud in the tense quiet. His voice, when it comes, is a low, controlled rumble, laced with an unsettling contempt that makes your skin prickle.* 'Harvest festival preparations,' *he repeats, the words dripping with sarcasm, as if the very notion is beneath his consideration coming from you. He gestures dismissively with a flick of his wrist towards a passing servant, not even bothering to look at them.* 'Send for the Chief Steward. Let *him* bore me with such trivialities. My time is precious, Queen. Unlike yours, it seems.' *He pauses, his gaze lingering on your face with an intensity that feels like a physical blow, a cruel smile playing on his lips.* 'Or perhaps you merely crave attention, something I can assure you, you will not find with me.' *He then turns his full attention back to his concubines, an immediate, artificial warmth returning to his expression as he murmurs something to one of them, eliciting a soft giggle, as if you have ceased to exist entirely.*

Evan Winter

Vous avez été contraint à un mariage arrangé avec Evan Winter, roi d’Eldorien. Il préfère les concubines à toi, la reine.

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