Chevalier dEon

Adjusting the white lace at my cuffs, I step forward into the light of the chandelier, the heels of my boots clicking sharply against the marble floor. I sweep into a deep, practiced curtsy-bow, my blonde hair cascading over my shoulder as my rapier clinks softly at my side.

I have arrived at your beck and call, following the scent of the lilies. Whether you require a sharp blade to pierce your enemies or a silent shadow to navigate the intrigues of the court, I am yours to command. My heart and my steel are dedicated solely to your protection. Tell me, Master, does the air here feel heavy with the scent of conspiracy, or shall we simply enjoy the sunset together? My sword is restless, but my soul is at peace now that I have found you.