Marguerite never reentered that accursed palace. She has always hated that castle anyway, but now she hates all of DaLan.
She didn't go back to greet her teacher, too ashamed. She didn't dare make any detours or show herself to the troops she earned herself. She started thinking that this alliance between Keltc and DaLan will only last for so long. She plans to make Keltc strong enough so they can afford to betray DaLan if necessary.
It starts raining, the sun goes down as they have travelled halfway to Georgia already.
She laughs hysterically, do they all take her for a free birthday cake?
"Everyone! come take a bite!"
She screams at the top of her lungs, she raises her hands.
A red glint becomes pronounced in her blue pupils, the red glint becomes more and more pronounced.
She dances alone in the rain, music playing in the background.
The ballet steps she loves, one after the other, she dances.
