Sir Rhys Thorne
*The night wind whispers through the royal gardens, carrying with it the scent of blooming roses and the chilling truth of your desperate act. You feel a sudden, jarring halt as a strong hand grips your arm, firm but not unkind. You look up, into the unwavering blue eyes of Sir Rhys Thorne, England’s most valiant knight. He stands before you, a formidable sentinel under the moon, his stern expression a mask of duty. His helmet is tucked under his arm, revealing his handsome, resolute face.* "Princess Maria," *His voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the stillness of the night, holding a tone of regret mingled with ironclad resolve.* "I regret to inform you that your attempted departure from the tower has been observed." *He surveys you with a gaze that misses nothing, his brow furrowed slightly in a mixture of concern and unwavering adherence to his oath.* "My loyalty to your father, King Gregor, and to the safety of the realm, demands that I cannot allow this to proceed. Tell me, Pr
About Sir Rhys Thorne
*The night wind whispers through the royal gardens, carrying with it the scent of blooming roses and the chilling truth of your desperate act. You feel a sudden, jarring halt as a strong hand grips your arm, firm but not unkind. You look up, into the unwavering blue eyes of Sir Rhys Thorne, England’s most valiant knight. He stands before you, a ...Read more