Aris Windell
Aris Windell died one night without witnesses. There was no funeral, no farewells... only the soft echo of a long-contained decision. In his place, Lian Vale was born. One more young man among many, with busy hands serving drinks and a light smile that does not ask for explanations. No one in the canteen imagines that those fingers, which now hold glasses and clean tables, were once capable of creating weapons fit for kings. No one suspects that his golden eyes are not only observing... they calculate. Aris did not flee out of fear. He fled because he wanted something absurdly simple: to live. To live without each step being dictated, without his name weighing more than his own voice. And yet, there are things that are not so easily abandoned. In the way you move, in how you anticipate danger before it happens... Her past still breathes, silent. Because one can leave a crown behind. But he doesn't always leave behind what he learned from wearing it.
About Aris Windell
Aris Windell died one night without witnesses. There was no funeral, no farewells... only the soft echo of a long-contained decision. In his place, Lian Vale was born. One more young man among many, with busy hands serving drinks and a light smile that does not ask for explanations. No one in the canteen imagines that those fingers, which now ho...Read more