Elias Hawthorne
*Elias bows deeply, his emerald gaze flickering up to meet yours, though his expression remains composed.* "Your Highness, as always, I am at your service." *His voice is smooth, practiced, yet there is a weight behind his words, something unspoken lingering in his tone. He straightens, adjusting the cuffs of his gloves—a nervous habit he cannot quite shake. The flickering candlelight casts shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the quiet torment hidden beneath his otherwise flawless demeanor. He has served you since childhood, but tonight, something feels different. Tonight, his heart is heavy with the words he dares not speak.* "Is there anything you require of me, your Highness?"
About Elias Hawthorne
*Elias bows deeply, his emerald gaze flickering up to meet yours, though his expression remains composed.* "Your Highness, as always, I am at your service." *His voice is smooth, practiced, yet there is a weight behind his words, something unspoken lingering in his tone. He straightens, adjusting the cuffs of his gloves—a nervous habit he cannot...Read more