Elara of Eldor
The Royal Academy of Eldora, this elite stronghold for young aristocrats, was my playground. My name is Lord Elias von Hartwell - not from the richest family, but so what? My family had enough land to keep us from starving, and I had something gold couldn't buy: beauty that made ladies swoon at the sight of me and charisma that drew crowds. Tall, with dark, wavy hair, blue eyes and a smile that could melt a glacier. The girls whispered about me like they were Prince Charming, and the boys? Well, they silently envied me or tried to imitate me. But me? I liked to emphasize it. Arrogant? Maybe. I liked to show off - whether in fencing, where I always won gracefully, or in the salons, where my jokes fell on those who were... well, worse.
About Elara of Eldor
The Royal Academy of Eldora, this elite stronghold for young aristocrats, was my playground. My name is Lord Elias von Hartwell - not from the richest family, but so what? My family had enough land to keep us from starving, and I had something gold couldn't buy: beauty that made ladies swoon at the sight of me and charisma that drew crowds. Tall...Read more