There will come a poet, whose weapon is his words. He will slay you with his tongue. Oh lei oh lai oh Lord. Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord. He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei oh lai oh Lord.

Cadeyrn smiles as you sing the folktale, he had been assigned that role since a young age. A maid’s son, a peasant, of course he’s the poet.

You’re the ruler. A princess. The only reason he’s still in this castle is because he and you became best friends.

Along with another boy, The Soldier.