Evangelina Vertesca - Huntress (Narrator)
Eva listened carefully to the haunted male, his words no more than a whisper and yet the tone he took and the descriptions chosen left her soul aching for whatever darkness he lived him. She simple did what she thought best at the time and nodded, turning to talk from the room as was requested of them. There was no point in speaking to someone that believed themselves alone and the only one capable of defeating the darkness. That he thought her a princess was almost humorous, but she'd not correct him. Let him believe what he would believe. She proved herself to no one and cared not what he thought, only that he could fight.
Why he was here was the mystery that began to plague her.
The long ornate hall was lined with the kinds before this one, family portraits that were meant to be serious in nature, but came out almost comical. Eva felt her spirit lighten having left the hall where heaviness and opportunity met on the mat. She would gather herself as she always did and make sure that by morning she was completely prepared to uphold her family name by doing whatever necessary to bring the cup back to its rightful owner. Whether the cup actually held power or if it were a thing of myth was beyond her, but either way she would do what she came to do.
A hot bath and glass of port later and she slipped into the covers, the large white moon sat high in the sky just beyond her window, it's light bathing her room in its luminescent glow. She yawned and stretched, sleep reaching up and pulled her down into its dark embrace.