The knight does not budge from her makeshift throne. I'd like to thank you for welcoming me among you and yours." He inclines his head, offering a hand to the knight. In spite of this, the townsfolk have a fondness for her-and it is this fondness that drove Will to seek her out for parlay. ![]() For the past six months she's been demanding tribute from nearby villages in exchange for her services driving off "raiders." But the raiders in question, well, they always seem to wear her colors. The arm she lost in the fight against the Phyrexians has been replaced by enchanted wood-a gift from the fae that begs as many questions as it answers.Īnd there are many questions surrounding this woman. Her handsome face is silvered with scars earned in valiant service. Dents and rends mark her armor, telling the story of her valor as surely as letters on a page. The knight they've come to see provides easy comparison. And, no matter how much she wishes it were otherwise, Rowan cannot blame them. The knights who repelled the invasion-both those gone to seed as mercenaries and those yet clinging to valor-call Will the Boy King. The generations that should have lived in peace now lie in mass graves below upturned heaths and meadows. All of their superstitions, all of their wards, all of their goodness meant nothing in the face of the Phyrexian invasion. ![]() Together they had four good children, and those who lived within the kingdom lived happily, knowing they would remain in good hands for generations to come.īut the good king is dead-slain defending his family to the last-and the queen is dead, too. There was a king who dwelled in Eldraine, a good king, who had at his side a good queen.
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