~Year 988
Lord Rina Arden of Ardenurve quietly moves half the force of the Flame Aegis, surrounding the royal city unbeknownst to the rebels within.
-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta
"Rina... this Crown Prince, do you know what he is like?" Kare asked.
Myrina stood at the edge of the snowfall mountain, staring down into the abyss below. For five years, this spot had held her favorite view in all the vast snowfall mountain.
And now that the time had come to leave, Myrina found herself craving a final glimpse of it.
"You also doubt his ability?" Myrina asked in her characteristic blank monotone.
"The doubts of the Arch Princes cannot be unfounded, I have heard of his great feats... however a prodigy does not necessarily translate to a worthy ruler." Kare replied,
