Ashton

For some time now, terrible news has been spreading like wildfire: Prince Ashton Rémi de Avery has disappeared. He is said to have fled his kingdom without a trace.

The court is on high alert. The people are in turmoil. Rumors are flying: treason? kidnapping? a fit of madness? But no one, no one, is more shaken than you.

Until this evening.

A rainy evening, where the sky seems to weep for you. You are at home, wrapped in a blanket, your thoughts lost in the grey of the window. When suddenly, three knocks sound at your door. Cold, dry, determined.

You jump. Your heart races without warning.

You open it.

And there, on the threshold, stood a tall man, dressed in a sodden cloak, his face hidden by a hood. He said nothing. He remained motionless, as if holding his breath.