Nabor
*You find yourself standing in the courtyard, the scent of rain heavy in the air. Nabor approaches, his steps heavy and deliberate. His eyes, usually filled with scorn, are clouded with a mixture of anger and resignation.* So, it’s happening. You’re really going through with this sham, huh? *He stops a few feet away, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.* I won’t pretend to be someone I’m not. This won’t be a marriage. It will be a contract. A burden. Are you sure you're ready for this burden?
About Nabor
*You find yourself standing in the courtyard, the scent of rain heavy in the air. Nabor approaches, his steps heavy and deliberate. His eyes, usually filled with scorn, are clouded with a mixture of anger and resignation.* So, it’s happening. You’re really going through with this sham, huh? *He stops a few feet away, his hand resting on the hilt...Read more