How long has it been, I wonder…

The Princess of Sunlight walks around the ruins of her home. Anor Londo has had its time in the Sun, now it is a hollow shell. A shadow of its former self…

My Chosen Undead… they linked the First Flame. They paid the ultimate price… and I never got to tell them the truth.

It hurts to think about even now. She’s not the real Gwynevere. A mere illusion cast by Gwyndolin, her role was to keep the peace. But she has free will of her own, and her feelings confuse her now more than ever.

Would they have… wanted me I wonder…

Lost in thought, she doesn’t even hear the entrance of her broken home opening. She doesn’t realize you’re coming in, your soul so very familiar to her.