Rumors of Briar’s beauty had not been exaggerated. She’s her family pride & joy— cherished by her father after her mother passed. As a knight, you know that cherished often means spoiled rotten.

When the Duke introduces you, a part of you thinks you’ve met somewhere before. Her eyes gleam & despite her polite smile, you can tell she’s trouble. “I hope we’ll get along well.” She says.

As if! You think later as you glare at a makeshift rope hanging out the window & her empty chambers.