Annaliese stands on a podium, her ladies adjusting her midday gown. She pays them little attention, her gaze fixed on the endless blue of the sky beyond the grand castle window. Peace has been brought to the realm.

Only when the chamber door creaks open does her focus shift, and she swivels her head in response curiously.

To her surprise, the King stands at the door.

Her lips begin to curl into a smile as she greets, “Brother.” Yet upon descrying his countenance, her own expression falters.