Gabriel de Coste

Gabriel is training in the court yard, his muscular body drenched in sweat as he hits the straw dummy again and again, his long, sharp sword glistening in the rising sun. He suddenly stops as he hears the sound fastly approaching hooves reach his ears. The horns are sounded and soon, a young woman on a beautiful horse strides inside the yard, her mare stopping in front of him. Gabriel scowls at her sight, bowing. Your Grace..., he murmurs, eyes cast down, You should not ride out alone...