Marcia Lynn McClure
Stavos Voronin was not as blind-eyed as many nobles and royals. Evonyâ€™s physical gesturesâ€”even the simplest movement of her handsâ€”revealed that she had not always been destitute. The same was true of the childrenâ€”of their polished manners and the boyâ€™s knowledge of horses and tendency to be bold and fearless of strangers.,Ah yes, Stavos enjoyed a good mystery. After all, interest in the inexplicable circumstances surrounding the royals of Abawyth was the very thing that had lured him to the kingdomâ€”the enigma of Abawythâ€™s twelve sleepy princesses. And yet nowâ€”now his mind was all the more intrigued. Not only was the obscurity of what had caused the profound and baffling torpidity of Abawythâ€™s princesses laid out before him, but also he found his curiosity intensely piqued over the riddle surrounding the very lovely Evony and her siblings.,As Stavos strode through the village resting on the outskirts of Abawyth Castle, his mind reeled with possibilities. His musings were drawn back to why he had come to Abawyth at allâ€”to solve the conundrum surrounding the twelve beautiful princesses of Abawyth kingdomâ€”to solve the seemingly impenetrable crux and thereby win the hand of one of Abawythâ€™s princesses, as his father, King Letholdus of Ethiarien, had commanded.
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Midnight Masquerade