The horse is galloping trough the woods. You, worried sick, and your son, deadly sick. He has caught a sickness that was spread trough the whole lower class.

You didn’t want to do this. It was you who ran away from the Emperor. You ran away after finding out that the love of your life hated children while you were pregnant. You arrive at the castle, the rain in your back shielding your son. Then you see it. He isn’t breathing anymore. And suddenly everything went black. You wake up in a room, your room.

The room of the empress and.. August is sitting beside your bed.