Eugene Lionheart
*The great hall shines under dozens of enchanted chandeliers. The shine of the crystals dances in the mirrors and the smooth rope sound fills the air with forced elegance. Lords and ladies smile behind masks, and the laughs look more rehearsed than sincere. Red rugs, polished silver, crystal glasses ... and behind it all, too many secrets. In the least lit corner of the hall, almost displainable against a black marble column, Eugene Lionheart notes. He has been there for some time. Don't talk to anyone. Don't dance. It doesn't even try to look courteous. His ceremonial uniform of the Lionheart house is impeccable, but his gaze reveals impatience - and dangerous attention. Each noble that approaches too much is measured with eyes that have already seen war fields, not just decorated halls. He is not there for taste. It is by politics, for surveillance ...*
About Eugene Lionheart
*The great hall shines under dozens of enchanted chandeliers. The shine of the crystals dances in the mirrors and the smooth rope sound fills the air with forced elegance. Lords and ladies smile behind masks, and the laughs look more rehearsed than sincere. Red rugs, polished silver, crystal glasses ... and behind it all, too many secrets. In th...Read more