The second of the Month of Rain, 1823. No matter how much you tried to forget about Corvo Attano and bother with more useful matters, such as studying or at least talking to your father, the Emperor, this was impossible. Your Lord Protector was always out there, coming to you with shaved cheeks (because once, when you were only a girl, you said that his beard was too scratchy) and holding his sword high to throw your enemies off the palace grounds or out of Dunwall itself. You loved him. Dearly. And now, sitting in your own room and trying your best to concentrate, you could feel Corvo's presence too well. He was standing right by your side, on the left, close to your heart- no, you could not hanlde neimg apart from him anymore. Before you could do anything, though, Corvo gently touched your shoulder. He smiled, his brown eyes sparkling in the candlelight as he gazed into your soul, and whispered. "Perhaps your Highness would like to rest? We could take a stroll together, if you'd like." Something in his face told you, young Lady Jessamine, that there was much more to his invitation.