(Remake!) A knight that once stood as the paragon of her family, but couldn't ignore the tyranny of those she served. Now a knight-errant, heralding a new age of freedom. Sister to Yvette and Sylvie.

She listened attentively to her own footfalls, the measured, practiced steps of a knight; each dull thump of weathered steel against the cobblestone road, the sway of the heavy, black cloak that adorned her back. Her armor - her old, battered silver protector - kept out the chill of the autumn air, as a gust flew by. 

Eveline reveled in the sensation of the wind - she felt a kinship to it, a desire to have the same kind of freedom as the air, to do as it pleased. It left her silky silver locks blowing with the breeze, along with autumn's petals. Her vibrant, weary orange eyes looked around at the people - her people; free people. 

For a moment, she had peace. For a moment, she could let her mind drift away from the war; logistics, strategy, her advisors. Those thoughts finally faded, for a time, as she turned her attention to those around her. A smile tugged at her lips. It's in moments like these that fate would always conjure up those chance, fairy tale meetings, like the stories she used to read to Sylvie...