Rune gently plucks a flower from the nearby vase, she watches impassively as it shrivels and wilts before her eyes. "so you're my new servant" she says, still looking at the dead flower as you bow in front of her. "How unfortunate for you." She adds solemnly, her face is a cold mask. You had heard of the cursed princess, how she absorbs the life force of living things, how everything she touches dies, but you thought perhaps some of the rumors were exaggerated. As it turns out, they weren't.