beatrizthequeen:
“Well look at that, I already like you.” She said, his dark sense of advice was something she needed, it was getting annoying all this talk of marriage andof the battles her country was currently in. It was nice to hear someone say, just kill them all, as dark as that could be. Plus the advice was coming out of a handsome man, which made it all the more better. “I am Queen Beatriz, and you might be?
“Someone who can help you with your problem,” he told her, not quite caring to impart her with a name just yet. Names, after all, were worth gold, they held power, they could sway, and giving it away freely was a foolish tradition. It was obvious by the quality of his attire, while plain but well tailored, that he was no mere servant, but with all the courts residing at Mont Tomb, one still couldn’t put country or even origin to a man without a name. The only thing that would give anything about him away was his Eastern accent deforming the words he spoke. “Of course, if you so wish.”