In the cold wake of the night, Iolathane Sargon had her cloak draped over her shoulders and travelled on horseback through the city—she had a tassel in her hand and gripped it tightly.
It was supposed to be easy to escape when you had a Lord backing you.
But then the Princess saw things that she thought weren't supposed to be happening in the city of Gloria. There were buildings in terrible conditions, a number of beggars that littered the street. Her gaze flitted amongst the streets and then caught on something unimaginable. She caught three people cornering a group of young children in one of the alleys and felt a cold sensation crawl on her skin despite her Lamia's Cloak shadowing her.
One of them had turned back and eyed her right back.
It was a woman with eyes that glowed brightly—piercing the night.
