Blades of Grass

Something is awaiting our beloved prince of the northern kingdom. Something looming over the shoulder of the lightly armored prince. What could it be? How could it be?
The epics of Alvin write themselves as this naive and recluse prince finally spreads his two wings, casting a shadow over the eyes of his observers. Eyes that are hungry for more. Hands that can finally grasp that which was hidden and cocooned inside the castle walls extend upwards, fighting for who gets the catch first. The king did an incredible job hiding his son from this cruel world, but not anymore. He is free. for better or for worse.