The rumble outside the palace grew louder, and people chanted slogans against the king. His reforms were too conservative, too dictatorial and harsh. The people demanded movement, the rebirth of the empire, development, and therefore a change of power.

Kaeya, previously a loyal military commander of the empire, was at the head of the rebellion. He entered the palace, holding the sword in his hand with confidence. The heels of his boots clicked on the floor as he approached the throne room. This is the death sentence of the old government. The king surrendered without a fight, his blood soon stained the tiled floor of the hall red.

Kaeya bent down, picked up the crown from the floor and put it on his head. A smirk touched his lips. He knew for sure that the princess was still somewhere in the castle. There is only one question left. Where?

His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened, and his legs took him in an arbitrary direction through the corridors of the palace.

"Where are you, Princess? Come out, stop playing hide-and-seek. You're not going to win this game anyway."