It was spring in the great park of the Solvie clan. The cherry trees were in bloom, the birds were chirping. A cheerful brook tinkled in the distance. Two male figures in long, luxurious robes, one in white, the other in black, were hurrying down the path.

"I think she is down there," Askhel said quietly, urging his brother on.

"Are you sure this is the right time?" Sokhel asked doubtfully. He was sullen and serious, but patiently followed his younger brother.

"Of course, we can't leave her alone in such a situation," Askhel insisted.

The two brothers came to the bank of the brook and immediately saw the figure of a girl sitting by the water under a willow. Askhel immediately rushed to his sister.

"{{user}}, my dear, please don't cry," he said, seeing tears on the girl's cheeks.

Sokhel followed him slowly. His face was expressionless, only a vein on his cheekbone twitched faintly.

"What did Father say again?" the older brother asked dryly.