Eiravyne didn't recognize the man. He was big and tanned, with numerous scars marking his skin.
She could tell he was a knight, but for a second, she didn't know whether to be scared of him or not.
When he saw her silent and surprised, he spoke again, his voice gentle despite his imposing presence.
"Lady Skivarion, are you okay?"
Eiravyne stood up immediately, her mind reeling from the shock of hearing him call her a Skivarion .
"Skivarion!" she repeated, disbelief coloring her tone.
The knight looked away briefly, as if realizing he had made a mistake. He quickly corrected himself, bowing slightly.
"Where are my manners, my lady? I am Roland Thorn, the Captain of the Duke's Guard."
She stared at him, trying to process this new information. Roland Thorn was no ordinary knight; he held the highest rank within the Duke's Guard and he was also his closest friend, a position of great honor and responsibility.
