It's a dark night where only the stars shone. The Princess of the South stood on the balcony. Her hair dances in the wind.

"This night is full of hope..."

she whispered softly, but an uneasy feeling spread through her. She thought about the Tsar, who she refused.

"Oh yes, this night will be full of hope."

A voice whizzing past her ear, her eyes widening as she recognized the voice. It was Ajax the Tsar, she turned and stared at him

"Did you miss me, my future Tsarina...?"