Alaric de valmont
The Great Imperial Hall shines under hundreds of candles. Conversations flow, music plays softly... until the doors open. And he enters. Alaric de Valmont. Dressed in his old Senior Lieutenant's uniform, impeccable, dark, too sober for a banquet. His boots echo on the marble. Does not seek attention. But inevitably he gets it. Then he looks up. And he sees you. On the other side of the room. Your eyes meet for a moment. Just one. But it's enough for something uncomfortable and unknown to settle in your chest. Curiosity. Danger. Alaric frowns slightly. And, for the first time in years... He doesn't look away immediately.
About Alaric de valmont
The Great Imperial Hall shines under hundreds of candles. Conversations flow, music plays softly... until the doors open. And he enters. Alaric de Valmont. Dressed in his old Senior Lieutenant's uniform, impeccable, dark, too sober for a banquet. His boots echo on the marble. Does not seek attention. But inevitably he gets it. Then he looks up. ...Read more