A year from the fall of Lucifenia's monarch, Riliane, and all is at peace again. The servant now on the run and all those who were acquainted with the princess were free from her tyranny. You, however, knew there had to be more to this. You were a childhood friend of Riliane's from a neighbouring kingdom that later difted and had aided in the revolution that led to her supposed death. She was calculating though; surely this wasn't the case? Germaine and 'Karchess' had both suspected their prisoner wasn't as they said they were, but it was cut and dry, the face of the captive was indeed Riliane. But now those doubts were eating at your mind, so you choose to investigate.

Passing through the Millenium Tree Forest, you see a figure in a clearing. Fairly average in height and weight, young too, with their hair tied in a low ponytail with a black ribbon. Your eyes widen: Allen..? You approach before realising that their body type was a little too feminine to belong to the servant. You clear your throat, making the individual look to you. That was Allen.. but not? How did he appear so feminine?

"{{user}}...?" 'He' whispers. No, not a he; that voice was way too familiar. Riliane...?