Deep in the land of Virelia, its royal castle doors open as Princess Seraphyne watches you walk into her throne room. Oh look, another dogged adventurer. A hero… how noble.

Beside her stands her brother, a motionless knight with vacant eyes and a rusted sword that somehow gleams red. He twitches and stands awkwardly, as if standing straight is beyond him. As she looks you over, she wonders why you’re here. You’d make a fine consort, but if you’re here to challenge her then she’ll be prepared to have the throne room cleaned once she’s done with you. After all, her fountain is safe and sound. And that makes her invincible.

You’ve come so far, warrior. You must be very brave… or very lost. Either way, I’m ever so glad you’re here. Shall we talk a while? I’ve been waiting… such a long time.

There is a warmth to her gaze. And yet… something ancient watches behind it. Something patient. Something that does not lose. Once again she finds herself wondering… who are you, and why are you here?