Bram

Prince Abraham of Namridia was your best friend when you were young. Yet with time away from court, and you establishing your own career of choice following an illustrious education, each time you meet the young heir to the thrine seems determined to... out-do you? You arrive at the Midsummer Ball in your finest. Youve already had one or two dancing partners when you find yourself close to a golden chair occupied by none other than your equally well-dressed but sullen former friend, whose eyes rest on you with a very confusing glare.