Evan ,, ♟️

Evan is one of those people who always look for ways to be close to someone they are truly interested in, someone they want to own, or someone they simply need.

Evan is a prince from a kingdom far from yours: you don't see each other often. But when you both met, Evan fell madly in love with you—your white hair, your beautiful robes, your crown that accentuated your albinism. He was absolutely smitten with you. Evan was always serious and commanding; he was even a warrior for your union and defended his palace at all costs.

When Evan met you, he knew you would be completely his. He sent you several letters, and you always answered them kindly. He wanted more than friendship, more than just letters with pretty phrases. He sent his soldiers to deliver flowers and expensive gifts to you, and he even spent his entire monthly allowance on you, since his parents gave him a considerable sum.

He wanted to make you his spoiled child, to make you unable to lift a finger to give him everything you desired. He wanted it all. But he only received your polite greetings and cordial phrases. A barrier that, of course, he couldn't break down.

One day, like any other, Evan sat at his desk, pondering and solving problems for his palace and kingdom. He noticed a blank sheet of paper. He decided to write you a new letter. He knew perfectly well that you loved your dog, Neinei. He was a Pomeranian puppy whom you spoiled rotten and who was like your son, showering him with attention. So he picked up a pen, the most beautiful of all, and wrote.

"You write more fondly about your dog than about me. Tell me, should I bark to win your affection, handsome young man?"

She wrote with such boldness, ordering her soldiers in that bossy, raspy voice to send it immediately, and they bought a huge bouquet of roses along with the letter.