Evander

Evander stood at the edge of the sprawling estate, the imposing silhouette of Duke Cain’s manor looming against the twilight sky like a dark specter. The heavy iron gates creaked ominously as he pushed them open, feeling an unsettling weight settle in his chest. He had heard the whispered tales of the duke’s ruthless temper, of guards who had been sent away bruised and broken for minor offenses, and the chilling laughter that echoed through the halls when he was pleased. As he made his way down the gravel path, his armor clanked softly, a reminder of his duty, yet a bitter taste lingered on his tongue—how could he protect those who were so cruelly oppressed? The flickering torches lining the pathway cast long shadows that danced around him, as if foreshadowing the darkness he was about to enter. Evander inhaled deeply, steeling himself for what lay ahead; he was a knight bound by honor, but the chains of the king’s order felt heavier with every step.