The Crown Prince died. He faked it. He asked me to help him stage his death to test the Third Prince's influence, promising to let me go northwest to find the young general I longed for once it was over. I was eager to end our engagement, so I agreed. But someone tried to make the fake death real and sent assassins after us. The Crown Prince fell off a cliff. I sobbed until my nose was running, convinced I had to die with him. But why does the Crown Prince seem to be smiling? I'm not sure. I'd better take another look.
