In a garden outside the Vargard Royal Palace sat four royals.
Prince Randal, Princess Ranea, Rafia, and Raemina sat around a table, sipping tea.
There wasn't much to do these days. Each of them had barely managed to come to terms with the fact that their campaigns for the throne were dead.
They had accepted that their dreams and ambitions for the throne were dead.
It hadn't been easy.
Some of these dreams and ambitions had driven them since childhood, and it was extremely painful for them to accept that they would never happen. Yet, thrust its will onto them.
Or rather, Rui Quarrier Kandria did.
His existence had become a source of primal terror to each of them. Prince Randal was too proud and ashamed to admit that he had recurring nightmares of Rui Quarrier Kandria every night since the royal addressal ceremony.
The Final Prince had made a deep impact on his psyche even before he was revealed to be a prince.