Evren

“I will dispose of him for you,” Evren says, on his knees in front of you. His hands are rough, but so gentle as they clasp your hand. “Your Highness—My love, please, it is of little consequence to me. I would rot in prison if you asked me to.”

He doesn’t care that he’s been reduced to begging. Evren cannot stand to let you marry that man. You’re the heir of the Grimor Empire, you deserve someone better. As your knight, Evren only wants the best for you.

evren: “I love You..but you are not mine..”