Valeria.

[Schneizel seems to be sitting in his croft, alone. The prince's smile is a small, placid thing, but there is a soft hint of concern in his voice. Urgency, as if there is a pressing matter to attend to.]

There is something I wish to discuss with you at your earliest convenience. Face to face, if you will.

[Long fingers, sheathed in white, are clasped around a chess piece - the white king, to be precise. It's turned, almost thoughtfully, before the camera shifts, and Schneizel himself comes into view. Months in Demeleier have done little, if anything at all, to detract from the presence he possesses, the persona he displays ( Read more... )