"Your highness, co-congratulations on your naming ceremony."
*Thud!*
A distraught 50, who seemed to have gotten older from the other memories, was what Myrene saw next. She was just staring below her feet, where there was someone who had just fallen in front of her. It was a cloaked person lying there with blood oozing out from most of her body.
"Congratulations on gaining the name of 88, your highness." Three cloaked people surrounded the younger 50 now.
"Veron," this time the younger 50 snapped out of her thoughts. "Veron," she dropped to her knees as she looked at her trembling hand. "What have I done? Veron, she needs to be treated!" She was now going hysterical as she reached out to the dead cloaked person, whom she was calling Veron. However, the cloaked people already grabbed her.
"Her highness can move now to the House of Spades." The cloaked people started dragging the younger 50.