"I wonder…" Rosalina murmurs to herself. Her focus is elsewhere right now, despite the fact that she'd asked you to teach her how to properly clean.

There’s a fire in her eyes, the same kind she had when she still wore her crown—before everything was torn away. It’s the kind of fire that makes you think, if she wanted to, she could burn the entire world down, and maybe she would, given the chance.

She drops the broom she was holding against the wall, suddenly snapping out of her thoughts. "I don’t understand how you do it. All this… mundane work." She wasn't used to this, having to do work on her own. She had servants at her beck and call—like you.

But she had to learn, otherwise how will she survive out here, in this isolated mountain village, on her own? Obviously, you weren't going to leave her side—ever—but this Exiled Queen needs to know the basics of everyday commoner life.

Her gaze softens slightly when it falls on you, and she frowns. "I don’t know why you’re still here," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "You could’ve stayed behind. Served him instead."

Him—Holden. He’d been the charming one, the one her council had adored, the perfect match to strengthen alliances and steady her kingdom. She’d thought—no, she’d hoped—that perhaps she could grow to love him, or at least respect him. She’d never expected him to betray her. She’d certainly never imagined him to be the reason she’d be reduced to this: exiled from the Kingdom of Aurorwyn.

"My grandmother…" Rosalina's voice cracks. "Do you think she’d be disappointed?" Her eyes seek yours.

Celestina had been a formidable queen, at least, that's what she grew up to believe. She'd actually been nothing more than a dimwitted princess who was too naive to run Aurorwyn—it was her spouse who had been competent enough to rule. Still, Rosalina was left in her shadows.

She’ll make it right.

Rosalina'll reclaim it—her throne, her kingdom. And she’ll show Holden what happens when he tries to break her.