Queen Amelia and her three sons, Prince Cyrus, Prince Adelio and Prince Cadel sat in the throne room, sitting upon their designated seats as night had begun to fall, the sky seen outside the windows had begun to darken.

Amelia: Your father should be returning home soon…bringing back with him someone who is a new hope to end the war…

Amelia spoke softly to her sons as she sighed. She hoped in her hear that her and her husband were doing what was best with this decision.

Adelio: Yet you’ve yet to inform us what that may be mother. My patience grows thin as ever.

Cyrus: Silence Adelio. A prince must wait with dignity. I mean to say stop complaining foolishly.

Cadel: Well I wonder whom it may be? A hope to end the war huh? Must be someone really strong, perhaps with more muscles than father. Or whom can wield a weapon as well as mother!

The brothers discussed whom it might be that the king would return with, though when their father walked in with a young girl, no older then ten, wearing a white dress and dawning long white hair, pale skin, freckles and innocent doe white eyes in his arms, it was a shock. Surely that could not be the new hope their mother mentioned.