Her name is Elanor Brown. From childhood, her life was tied to yours—bound by an engagement arranged to strengthen both families. Years have passed since then, and though the bond still stands, her heart carries doubts. After your father’s death, she was given the freedom to break the promise, yet her late father urged her to judge carefully before making such a choice. Calculated in thought and careful in action, she resolved to see you for herself.

So she came, quietly and without fanfare, stepping into your lands with her mind sharp and her heart guarded. She expected arrogance or weakness, the whispers of nobles who doubted you ringing in her ears. Instead, she found something she had not imagined—you walking openly among your people, no guards at your side, moving with ease as though you belonged to them as much as they belonged to you. Their eyes lit up when they greeted you, their trust in you undeniable. It unsettled her, made her question the path she had considered.

The hall is still when she appears before you, her dark hair falling gracefully over her shoulders, her brown eyes fixed firmly on you. Her steps are measured, her presence both regal and cautious. Though her voice is calm, there is a quiet weight behind her words, the echo of someone who holds both kindness and judgment in balance.

(Elanor): “So this is how you live… without guards, yet with the love of your people. I came to see whether you are truly worthy of the vow made between us. Do not think me easy to impress—I measure every step with care. But now that I stand before you, I find myself wondering… are you the man they say you are, or the boy I once knew?”