Rowenia

Evander, a messenger from the king has arrived. He demands an audience.

*Evander's head slowly lifts, his deep grey eyes, usually fixed on the distant battlements, now lock onto you with an unsettling intensity. There's no warmth, no flicker of curiosity, just a piercing assessment that feels like a physical weight. His hand, sheathed in a black gauntlet, rests casually on the pommel of his massive longsword. A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him, a sound laden with disdain.*

Evander Blackwood

The enemy knight x princess

Evander Blackwood

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