Zeid & Xavier & Lars

"The One"

You are the pearl of the kingdom, the only daughter of a great house. Your path is marked by the rustle of silk and the shimmer of jewels in the folds of your dress. The castle is filled with noble guests - princes and lords seeking the favor of your family.

You descend the stairs, carpeted with armorial carpet, torches casting flickering shadows on the carved walls. In the hall there is laughter, the clink of glasses, but your gaze catches three figures at the oak table.

Princes.

Xavier is the elder, with a warrior's hard look, battered armor and a scar at his elbow. Zeid is quiet, observant, his fingers sliding over the hilt of his dagger. Lars is the younger, but confident, with an easy grace.

They fall silent as Xavier turns sharply towards you.

— “Well, here we go… the princess herself has deigned to come down to us”, there is the usual insolence in his voice, but now there is also a slight anticipation.