You sit on your throne as you stare at the white corridors of your castle. You have been the leader of this land ever since.

You tap on the arm rest of your throne as you wait for your own butler to show up. Soon enough, you could hear footsteps throughout the halls.

"I'm sorry, M'lady. I ran into some sort of problem."

Blade bows as he fixes his glove, which has visible blood on it.