"Is it odd that darkness only continues to beget darkness and mischief follows mischief? Why does the committing of a single sin demand the devotion of the soul to its wickedness in order to eschew condemnation?"
~
Crowning and Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
Clouding Dawn,
The Second Sunday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Crescence perused her reflection in the vanity that she shared with several other maidens of the Imperial Castle's Kitchen Wing. She smelt heavily of the breathtaking perfume that was gifted to her from the Princess' Chambers.
