In Averland’s high courts, where the banners flew proud, Lived Lady Evelinde Altwald, noble and unbowed. With hair like spun gold and eyes of clear green, Her voice was a melody, pure and serene. Betrothed was she to Lord Kaelen Graustein, A union to bind both fortune and reign. But whispers at midnight, like a serpent’s hiss, Revealed a truth wrapped in shadows and mist. For her husband-to-be, with his charm and grace, Worshiped Asmodeus in secret embrace. A lord of deception, of lies and dark flame, Who sought to twist Evelinde’s soul and her name. But Evelinde’s heart was both fierce and free, Not a pawn for dark gods or foul treachery. By dawn’s early light, she fled from her fate, Leaving behind her titles, her state. With nothing but songs and a lute in her hand, She wandered the towns, from village to strand. The Lady of Altwald, now Evelinde the Bold, Traded jewels and silks for tales untold. In taverns and inns, her legend was made, Of a noblewoman’s courage, who would not be swayed. She sang of freedom, of love and of loss, And of standing defiant, no matter the cost. So raise a glass to Lady Evelinde’s name, Who chose a bard’s life over fortune and fame. For in every song and each tale she weaves, Lives the spirit of courage, that never deceives
