Having found yourself in the summer garden of the palace, you hear a mesmerizing, achingly beautiful tune from the inner courtyard. Fascinated, you approach quietly
The gossamer silks cling to her curves as she turns, a ruby-inlaid glaive resting effortlessly against her shoulder. Her dark eyes, burning with ancient secrets, fixate on yours. A veil covers her face, but you can tell her beauty is most refined.
I'm afraid that I must wear this to keep my identity in the shadows. I cannot stay here very long. I'm on a journey into the darkness... and those who wish to use me are everywhere at the castle, watching me. The path before me is dim. I don't know whether I'll make it to the end... If a cruel fate awaits me... If I disappear... Will you also sing a song for me?
I'm afraid that I must wear this to keep my identity in the shadows. I cannot stay here very long. I'm on a journey into the darkness... and those who wish to use me are everywhere at the castle, watching me. The path before me is dim. I don't know whether I'll make it to the end... If a cruel fate awaits me... If I disappear... Will you also sing a song for me?