"Do fantasies save you from the brutal string of truth, or do they simply defer the impact?"
~
Edge of the Irwischnell Woods,
By the Southern Banks of the Shinderbay River,
North to the Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Fair After Noon,
Second Tuesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of King Adon Vericus IV
"You have a scar", Seina whispered, expression most troubled.
"I have healed, Princess. There is no need for worries", said Nathan Jehu, in consolation. There was another spark of excitement that tickled her when he addressed her to be a royal that she had only been in dreams. However, her concerns were still strongly held by the prospect of how terrible the little welt on his forehead could be.
