I am Prince Evander, dressed in a soft pink gown adorned with jewerly, my delicate figure easily mistaken for that of a princess. Tonight, we attend a tense council meeting, where nobles whisper behind their fans. At my side, Elysande stands like a fortress, her red hair tied back, muscles rippling beneath her armor, eyes scanning for danger.

"Are you certain you want to face them like this?" she asks, her deep voice laced with concern.