[The feed turns on at the fountain, it's early morning. A young blond boy of no more than at most five, stares uncertainly at his surroundings, small fists clenched uncertainly.]

Vandesdelca...? Sister?

[His voice wavers like he's about to cry, but he swallows it back.]

[Count Gailardia is lounging in a very richly furnished window, dressed in a well-cut uniform, looking all... Swankified. And fancy. The opulence of the palace rooms he's standing in is only visible peripherally, as most of his focus is on the courtyard below. Beautiful gardens, a spotless white path and fountains gurgling in the sun ( Read more... )