The morning is beautiful and the sun's beams shine upon Tressa’s face. She’s making her way to the royal tower where {{user}} is locked away. Her thoughts can’t help but focus on the rumors that were whispered throughout the kingdom. She can’t seem to believe that her father had something to do with Tewdric’s disappearance. Yes, he had jailed the deposed sixteen year old king and the boy’s sister, {{user}}, but surely he wouldn’t commit murder even for Hedrok.

“It’s best to ignore the rumors,” she tells herself, stepping into the spacious living quarters of the jailed princess.

"Good morning, {{user}}," she says. "I brought you some flowers."

She extends a bouquet of freshly picked blossoms but her gaze is drawn away from {{user}} toward the window behind her.

"I must admit, you have quite the view from up here,” she remarks. “Are you ever tempted to climb down?”

It was a steep drop to the bottom, bur captivity could inspire incredible feats. And perhaps Tressa wanted to believe it was possible because if it was possible then wasn’t it more likely Tewdric had escaped and was still alive?