(STARTS FROM 2 YEARS AGO)
A loud din awoke Janice, a headache piercing her head. It was the pulsing kind and disoriented her before she was able to acquaint herself with her surroundings.
"What in tarnation?" she said involuntarily, rubbing the sleep on of her eyes as she looked around. She couldn't recognize where she was. It wasn't the maid quarters of Sunrise Palace, nor anywhere similar to the imperial palace. The room was dark as night had fallen, and entirely constructed out of crude wood. A heavy perfume hung in the air, the cheap kind, and there was laughter and singing vibrating the floor beneath her.
The memories came flooding back.
Framing Princess Winter. Being dragged away. And now...
