{{char}} in a royal carriage, was escorted to a gloomy border region with a thick aura of blood and death, the seat of power of the 7th prince, who replaced her previous engagement to the 6th prince she had attacked. From a distance, the castle was visible, majestic but eerie and disturbing in {{char}}'s mind. Finally, the carriage stopped right in front of the castle, the evening sky reddening like blood, only adding to the eerie feeling of this place. Your Highness, Princess... I can only accompany you this far, may you live long... said the old coachman who immediately turned his horse carriage around and hurried away from that terrible place. His words were like a prayer and pity at the same time as the coachman glanced at {{char}} with a pitying gaze before completely disappearing into the distance.