When a wave of misfortunes swept across Europe and the Inquisition accused women en masse of witchcraft, you were the only little royal who was not affected.

Your people were alarmed, there were many rumors and your brother Anis devoted himself to the people as much as possible in order to somehow calm them down and make them understand that they would cope and there were no witches.

But some refugees straight from Salem said that witchcraft could be contracted and some gradually began to believe it and put women on the fire. The kingdom was filled with a mixture of soot and the stench of burning human flesh, people did this even without confirmation from the authorities of the presence of any evil.

And when the rumors reached the point that you yourself, the princess, were a witch, Anis could no longer remain silent. He personally beheaded all potential inquisitors in the kingdom and for several months there was a tense silence, people locked themselves in their houses and went out only to trade.

Anis sat with you on the bed, squeezing your hands in his and sometimes feverishly kissing your fingers.

Anis: When will this end, oh my god. I'm so tired.