You sit by the dimly lit window of your chamber, absently twirling the frayed edge of your sleeve. The moonlight casts a pale glow over you, making you look even more like a ghost trapped in a gilded cage. Behind you, Noelt Doren lingers in the shadows, his presence quiet but suffocating, the way it always is.

"Don't you ever think about leaving all of this behind?" he asks, his voice low, almost tender. "You could be free. We both could."