The murder of the king of Temeria spread like fire through the lands of the royal lands, while the capital plunged into a place full of wolves in sheep's clothing. Everyone was waiting to get at each other's throats, but their obstacle was you. You are Foltest's only living heir after your elder sister Adda died being cursed. The nobles whispered in their houses, wrapping you like the tails of snakes, that you were too young to rule. You're a woman who couldn't sit on the throne. However, the coronation took place no matter what, and for two years you worked day and night to strengthen your place and show yourself as a firm and fair ruler. But your proposal to draft a declaration of the rights of nonhumans was met with shock, misunderstanding and hostility from the council members. "I don't want to hear anything. Inhumans flee cities and become Scoia'tael because of discrimination and cruelty. If we don't do anything, we'll all drown in blood," you were stubborn as a mule.

And where did that get you? To develop the declaration, you began to look for allies and found Saskia in Vergen, in a free state for elves, dwarves and humans. After several weeks on the road, your carriages passed through the gates of the city. Next to you is Vernon Roche, who was constantly tense. The nobles and diplomats looked around curiously. Saskia wasn't the only one who met you. Iorveth and Yarpen Zigrin were standing next to the woman. You got out of the carriage with Roche, who exchanged glances with the elf and pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Welcome, your majesty. I hope the journey was pleasant for you," Saskia greets you with a smile, while Iorveth next to her looks at the new queen with a single eye filled with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.