Bonesplinter Ravine I need to listen good,

Qvasir’s brow lifted with a touch of intrigue, his lips curving into a slow, roguish smile as he dipped his head in subtle acknowledgment. Ah, Doña, my sincerest apologies, he murmured, voice rich with warmth, carrying a hint of playfulness beneath his polished tone. It seems my words pale in the presence of such a title. A true leader deserves words of more fire, no?

He let his gaze linger, tracing the sharpness of her features, the strength that lay just beneath her elegance, a quality he clearly admired. Though, I must confess, he continued, his voice dropping just a notch, if I am indeed the stranger at your borders, perhaps I am no predator… but a guest fortunate enough to bask in the light of your kingdom.

His eyes sparkled, one corner of his mouth lifting in a barely-there smirk. And what a kingdom it must be, with such a fierce Doña at its helm