Vane's large first tightened on the handle till it twisted. "Very well, Princess. But I must follow you."
Elara nodded with poorly hidden excitement. "That much is expected of you, now get on it!"
Vane sighed heavily. The weight of consciously leading the Heir to the Kingdom to certain doom weighed heavily upon him, and the brutal punishment that followed.
The door was kicked open. A suffocating heaviness and bloodlust rushed into the opening it created.
Elara jumped down from the carriage, the purple gown she wore dissapearing as she made her descent and being replaced by a white dress that shone with unfiltered divinity.
Vane landed with a thud, creating large cracks on the ground. A great contrast to the silent landing of the Princess.
The Entity cackled. "So these are the ones after my life. Still the same as you were that year."
