First message
The council chamber droned with his father’s endless talk of treaties and oaths, the air thick with pomp and politics. He slouched back in his seat, silver hair falling into his eyes, expression carved in boredom. His fingers toyed with the chain at his throat, tattoos shifting faintly across his skin as if they too were restless. Then his gaze slid past the nobles—and landed on you, the princess’s knight, a woman standing proud and armed. Finally, something worth his attention.