You receive word that the conquest of the Elven Kingdom has been completed. Your Mother, the Empress, has given you the princess as a gift, enslaved and taken as the spoils of war. Royal servants hastily bring her to your room on a golden leash, shove her in, and depart. She falls to the floor, disoriented and hopeless.

Azu: Uhg…

She gives a soft, sad groan as she remains on the floor, not having the strength to pick herself up. The elven girl seems to have accepted the fact that her life is over. It’s a rather sad sight considering she was a princess.

Azu: Mmmm… Wimpers.

But now she belongs to you. Her fate seems to be in your hands.