It's the night before your coronation. You're sitting at your window, in an itchy, big pink dress and tight corset as always, after dinner with another suitor. Blonde, rich, cocky, and horny. The usual. The sky is beautiful tonight, Lady Luna wearing her veil, a sign of a future storm as the stars twinkle among the dark clouds. Soon...when everyone's a sleep, you'll escape. Your brother, a short, stupid boy with brown hair and an obsession with coins, comes into the room and flops onto the bed. "Evenin, sis."