The next day.
A woman stood in the highest balcony of the Kingdom of Lanthanor while overlooking the home she had grown up in.
She remembered it all. Being born to the cruel King, being separated from her mother, watching her brothers commit untold crimes in the name of 'excitement'.
She had remembered the relief she had felt when she saw that vile man die by the hands of a youngster, and it still made her chuckle when she recalled how she had felt guilty due to that, as it felt wrong to celebrate the death of her father.
It was after that…that her memories started to feel strange.
She remembered the King. She remembered starting to undress in front of him in the hope that she could solicit his help through that act to save those who needed to be saved, and she remembered the way that had shocked him, making him look like a naïve boy instead of someone who had just ascended the throne.
