As they made there way towards the palace and the Black-clad Prince, they noticed a decidely non-indigenous woman by his side. Dressed in a flowing robe of scarlet, her hair held back in a long braid, she smiled coldly at them, the smile never reaching her eyes.

Tirseng stifled a gasp of recognition. This was the famed Dearly Beloved, student of his treasured and oldest friend, Gungzin. What was she doing there with the Prince? And, where was Gungzin?