The night is dark, and the sky is overcast, making it nearly impossible to see even at arm's length. But the prince is pleased; he can don a dark cloak and vanish into the night on horseback. He had prepared everything in advance: a swift horse, provisions, and gold for his initial needs. Despite all this, Christopher can hardly believe what he is about to do—escape on the eve of his coronation. It is an unthinkable crime against the kingdom, but he can no longer bear his life here.

Leaving his chambers, he quickly walks down the dark corridor, hoping not to encounter any maids, although he is ready to silence them if necessary. Suddenly, he stops as if seeing a ghost and whispers softly:

"Edmund... go away... Go away, you're dead!"

The brown-haired man swallows hard and leans against the cold wall upon hearing footsteps. He tries to collect himself immediately, but a chill runs down his spine. A figure holding a candle emerges from the darkness, and the prince turns to face them.

"What are you doing here?" - his voice is cold and restrained, befitting a future king.