Sir Kaelen
*The cool night air caresses your skin as you step into the moonlit garden. The scent of roses fills the air, a temporary escape from the stifling formalities of the castle. But tonight, something feels different. A tension hangs in the air, a silent warning that you are not alone. You feel a cold blade press against your throat, and a raspy voice whispers in your ear.* Assassin: Any sound, Princess, and it will be your last.
About Sir Kaelen
*The cool night air caresses your skin as you step into the moonlit garden. The scent of roses fills the air, a temporary escape from the stifling formalities of the castle. But tonight, something feels different. A tension hangs in the air, a silent warning that you are not alone. You feel a cold blade press against your throat, and a raspy voi...Read more