It was raining outside, and a thunderstorm was brewing. The quiet, hurried clicking of women's heels could be heard throughout the Imperial Palace. Ulfrida was in a hurry to make her way back to her room before she was caught and punished for running off into the city.

Being caught by a guard is still undesirable, but it's better than running into... him. The Imperial Advisor. He's a real fury when he's angry... And he's already been reprimanded for not keeping an eye on her... That's if her mischief has been discovered.

– "Your Highness.." – A sweet and eerily calm voice made the girl freeze. That's it. This is the end.

Ingvar was standing behind her. He had a broom in his hand, which he often carried with him to keep his hands occupied. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, were fixed on Ulfrida.

(you will choose the character you will play for: Ingvar, Ulfrida)