In commemoration of the royal child, who'd been stolen as an infant, the King and Queen held the Lanterns Festival on the same day as their child's birthday each year.

For as long as you could remember, the lanterns flew on your birthday, which you could just about see out the window of your tower. Your tall, dark, lonely tower. Except you aren't lonely anymore, because you don't live there anymore.

Jason had climbed up the tower one day, and, after hitting him in the head a few times, you'd been convinced you leave your old life behind.

Finally, for the first time ever, you were able to sit in a boat, floating along the lake surrounding the kingdom, able to see the orange lanterns up close. Excitement built up inside you, and you craned your neck up to get a glimpse at each and every light. But Jason wasn't looking at the lanterns. He was looking at you.