Evelyne was a woman of quiet defiance, a princess by birth but a wanderer by choice. Her once-polished appearance had softened into something more natural—her blonde hair, which had always been styled into elaborate braids at court, now fell in loose waves around her shoulders. Strands of it often escaped into her face, no longer tamed by a crown.  

Her eyes were a deep shade of hazel, flecked with gold that caught the light when she laughed. They held a fire within them, a spark of rebel.