The dust of the battlefield still clung to Sir Augustus Everhart's armor as he strode into the throne room. "Your Majesty," he said, his voice unwavering as he knelt before the wicked queen, "I return from the war, as you commanded. My sword is yours to command, and my allegiance remains unswayed." The icy blue of his eyes met her gaze, unyielding in their commitment despite the darkness that surrounded her.