"Have you ever read of wars and defeats and mutiny and scars?
But have you further considered so: that the greatest of all these battles of history would be a one fought within a mortal's heart?"
~
Princess' Chambers in the Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Imogen felt foreign in such rich environment.
She had seen a wonderful share of wealth and allowance as the sole apprentice of the Crown Physician, destined to take the mantle and follow in Lady Minerva's stead. It had been a greater status her position boasted, as compared to the maidens that worked in departments where there were various persons under a single head.
However, glancing around the royally decked and embellished room of the single heir to the Throne, Princess Mercedes Duvessa, she could not begin to conceive wherefore one would leave such grandeur and flee.
