The light flickers away. A whisper to her ear: "It is time."
6 years after serving the palace - Zelxia now have to perform her duty.
"This is the assurance we want for this little prince of yours."
Torn between her duty and lover, she fills her blade with poison.
"Yes, I am ending it tonight." She replied.
"Long live the king." Her handler muttered.
"Long live the --- "