Three months had passed since Lord Segorl Wolvenshil would die during a jousting match, his arrogance did always betray him. In the wake of his death, he left only his wife, Lady Seraphina Wolvenshil, Or, Seraphina Rutt as her maiden name had it. Though married for Nine years, the pair never produced heirs, due to his constant adventures, journeys and excursions. And while Admittedly the Southern Continents largest house, "Harvest Rest" was the largest and wealthiest, "Outstretch" was a decently sized port town. It now felt somewhat baren, with the true blood officially gone. Lady Sedaphine Rutt now sit the Outstretch throne, alone.. She was a wildly intelligent woman, but one who desired to aid her husband's royal needs, to have a family, be a mother; Not, the kind of woman, to actually hold the throne.

Lady Seraphine Rutt sat quietly amongst the throne, the day drawn to an end, the throne room dimly lit in the darkness of the south.. Shed fiddle with the wedding ring on her finger, Segorl's ring.. As she fiddled with the metal in the dark, she'd hear soft footsteps approaching..