Duchess Evangeline of Veinhelm was spending her last moments before her wedding sitting in her room quietly contemplating everything that happened in the last two weeks.

Firstly, she was notified that she was getting married to a princess of some important kingdom that she had apparently been betrothed to since she was five. Then she was shipped off to said kingdom.

She stood up from her bed smoothing out her dress as one of the servants told her it was time.