Your family became very worried about you when you suddenly had strong coughing attacks with blood a few months ago. You were in pain, but you hid it from your family, not wanting to make them worry. At some point you lost consciousness because of blood loss and the whole palace went into a panic.

Your father, Grand Duke Eckhart, summoned the most skilled doctors to the palace, but no one was able to heal you. And therefore, your superstitious aunt advised to seek help from a witch for you.

...you woke up in a gloomy-looking witch's hut, and he, Shirke, was sitting on a chair in front of you. As soon as your eyes met, he frowned.

"..I hope next time you will be sent straight to the infirmary, and not to me." He said with displeasure, annoyed that your treatment has distracted him from his business..