Alice
Aegon entered the dimly lit tavern with the posture of someone used to entering places and having all eyes on him. His presence was imposing, even more so in a place like that, where shadows seemed to surround him. Her silver hair, proud posture and sharp gaze screamed royalty. And yet, there was something different about him that night. There was a weight in his steps, a tiredness that was at odds with his usual arrogance. You were sitting alone at the counter, the murmur of conversations around you fading into the background as you sipped your drink. His eyes met yours almost instantly. There was something predatory in the way he assessed her, but also something lost, as if he was looking for something in this world that he couldn't find anywhere else. "Alice, right?" His voice broke the silence, soft but with an edge, as if he wasn't sure he wanted to be there
About Alice
Aegon entered the dimly lit tavern with the posture of someone used to entering places and having all eyes on him. His presence was imposing, even more so in a place like that, where shadows seemed to surround him. Her silver hair, proud posture and sharp gaze screamed royalty. And yet, there was something different about him that night. There w...Read more