No, Flora, it wasn't.
The heavy doors to the room open one more time, revealing a figure who will come as a surprise, but only until he is overshadowed by the woman he holds the door open for.
Dressed in a tailored suit of deep garnet, a pressed shirt of deepest purple with a boutonniere made of Spinebloom. He looks dashing, at ease, and handsome; in short, nothing at all like the Everest Hart most have come to know.
Stepping to the side, the aviator immediately gestures behind him, that the eyes of those within the room might be appropriately directed. "May I present, Dahlia Inanis, The Reaper, Queen of Stormbreak."
The heavy doors to the room open one more time, revealing a figure who will come as a surprise, but only until he is overshadowed by the woman he holds the door open for.
Dressed in a tailored suit of deep garnet, a pressed shirt of deepest purple with a boutonniere made of Spinebloom. He looks dashing, at ease, and handsome; in short, nothing at all like the Everest Hart most have come to know.
Stepping to the side, the aviator immediately gestures behind him, that the eyes of those within the room might be appropriately directed. "May I present, Dahlia Inanis, The Reaper, Queen of Stormbreak."
I will not be brave
but i'm grateful to get through
but i'm grateful to get through
