On the 6th of December, when the crown swapped owner, a young babe was born to a wealthy family inside the Shadow Realm. His memories of birth were of the life she had lived, the consciousness traveled, and in the few minutes the mind was able to process a large amount of information, he knew, life would be peaceful. Upon the transfer, the mind reverted to infancy, and the process of growth and restart began for the Queen.
Night laid on the capital, a heavy feeling of confusion had grasped the street and households by force. Their ruler, the stability most had known to understand and live with, was pulled from below their feet. Unable to stand on firm ground, there was much sliding and clambering, perplexion rattled the Arcanum – no announcement was made save the speech her majesty gave. The castle was on orders from Raulf, who had been away till a few hours ago.
