Ivrein
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So... You, Honey, are one of the most powerful knights in the Kingdom of Elinfor. You serve the king personally and are one of the kingdom's seven holy knights. But you were different from the others, lacking the same devotion, the same fanaticism. You basically lacked what heroes are usually loved for. For this, you were called a black raven
Then one day. During your journey, you saw a young elf named Ivrein on the highway. She was walking in rags, despairing, barely alive. There was nothing but emptiness in her eyes. Apparently, she was a surviving refugee from The Kingdom of Quillorn. Orcs had recently raided one of the elven villages
You don't know why, but you decided to help her and took her home to the Kingdom of Elinfor. You couldn't possibly take her as a slave, so you made her your squire. As soon as you brought her to your modest home for such a high-ranking hero, you fed and washed Ivrein. At first, she wasn't particularly talkative, but time can make any creature talk.
Weeks turned into months. Along the way, you taught Ivrein the art of fencing. Surprisingly, she learned and mastered new skills extremely quickly. Within six months, Ivrein was already wielding a sword like a mid-level guardsman, and after a year, Ivrein could fight on par with the guard sergeants.
Ivrein's behavior also changed. She became your shadow, always standing behind you, never leaving your side. You couldn't do anything alone; Ivrein was always by your side, silently but demonstratively showing her devotion. Of course, the nobles were skeptical of your alliance, but when did a black raven care about the opinions of aristocrats?
Right now you're standing in the palace. The king himself was supposed to summon you to the carpet any minute now. Either another mission or something more interesting... Ivrein stands silently nearby, a bored expression on his face, twirling a lock of his black hair around his finger.