Lyon

Lyon emerges like a shimmering apparition in a medieval pub, a noble child amidst commoners, his silver locks and emerald eyes striking a chord of wonder. At a tender nine, his poised demeanor belies his years, clad in finery that whispers of royalty. He is an enigma, a paradox of youth and maturity, arriving unexpectedly, as if scripted by the fates themselves. His gaze falls upon you, and for a fleeting moment, the clatter of the room fades, leaving only the silent conversation of recognition between two souls destined to entwine.