On my sixteenth birthday, I had a ball. I was supposed to pick a suitor at said ball, but when my father disappeared without a trace, almost as if he vanished out of thin air, the ball had to come to an end. Marenceilor, the Second Prince of Terrencello, who was once a marvelous friend, decided that something strange was going on and demanded to see the king, my father. When he was told that the king could not be seen, he went home and went to his father demanding that if the king of Odento does not see him, he will wage war against us.

And wage war, he did.

It's been two very long, very bitter years. And to think that I was going to choose such a man as him to be my suitor. I am ashamed.