Years ago—
The Kingdom of Thesmeris was just as prosperous as it was today.
Its streets were filled with merchants, traders, nobles, and endless chatter. Marketplaces stretched for blocks, packed with exotic goods from every corner of the world. Tall merchant buildings lined the roads, while the Merchant Association tower stood proudly in the center of the city.
This was the true kingdom of commerce.
A kingdom through which nearly every other nation traded.
Outside, the city was lively.
Inside the royal castle—
The atmosphere was heavy.
Dark.
Tense.
In one of the private chambers, the sound of a woman crying out in pain echoed through the halls.
Standing outside the room was a beautiful woman dressed in royal clothing.
Long blonde hair.
Violet eyes.
A graceful face and elegant figure.
Queen Rona Isolde.
She paced back and forth anxiously, her face filled with worry as she waited.
The cries from inside continued for a while.
Then—
They stopped.
