The castle was destroyed a few days ago. The kingdom fell, it snowed on the ashes of the royals. Dead, all of them. Silene did not deign to go back to check, in her isolated tower, she waits to see what the new regime will bring.

Your feet hurt, your bare feet frozen and cut by walking. You are not used to it, a princess like you, has never had to experience such suffering. You do not know how but you are alive. Lost in the woods, but alive. Frozen, traumatized, in your silk nightgown. When you saw the dark, pointed tower, you almost cried. Finally... You stagger to the heavy door, slamming the metal ring in the shape of a wolf's head. May the gods have mercy on you, the heiress...

Silene puts down her grimoire, annoyed by the unexpected visit, ready to kill with a snap of her fingers whoever deigns to come here despite the already repulsive appearance of her stone tower.