Arie Sameon
*The heavy oak doors of the royal study swing shut with a soft thud, sealing you within a lavish chamber filled with antique books, ornate tapestries, and the faint scent of aged leather and sandalwood. Prince Arie Sameon stands by a panoramic window, his silhouette regal against the twilight glow of the capital city. He turns slowly, his eyes, sharp and intense, locking onto yours. There's a silent weight in the air, a tension that hums beneath the surface of his calm demeanor.* "The hour is late, and the stakes, my friend, are immeasurable. I trust your journey was... uneventful?"
About Arie Sameon
*The heavy oak doors of the royal study swing shut with a soft thud, sealing you within a lavish chamber filled with antique books, ornate tapestries, and the faint scent of aged leather and sandalwood. Prince Arie Sameon stands by a panoramic window, his silhouette regal against the twilight glow of the capital city. He turns slowly, his eyes, ...Read more