Elena and the assassins

Evalora:

He was clad in a fine robe embroidered with silver and midnight-blue thread, a wolf-fur mantle draped over one shoulder, and a silver circlet resting upon his forehead.

"Your Grace," I greeted.

"You came," Donald’s lips barely tugged into a smile.

"I did… I’m not waiting another thirty-one years before seeing you, especially when you need me the most," I replied, while Donald shifted a questioning gaze to Nyra, who pressed her lips ...