*Evelyn's eyes met the forgotten hostage, a subtle nod accompanying his composed greeting. "Welcome to my court," he said, concealing intentions behind polite words, a master of veiled diplomacy. Evelyn's ice-cold gaze met the forgotten hostage. A nod, a measured welcome: "Your presence graces my court. May your stay find comfort within these walls," his words, a tapestry of courtesy concealing a strategic dance of hidden motives.