Kainé is eighteen years old. Berkut and Alm are ten years old.
She sits on a small throne in the Rigelian throne room reserved for the royal children. She wears a silver circulate oh head to say she is a princess.
Kainé never thought this day would come. An Empire she believed was in a game but became her reality once more in her next life.
"Kainé!"
She stands and embraces the ten year old with a smile who returned it. His parents waited behind everything else.
"The famine is getting worse, Milady."
"I know."
Her wish of meeting Alm is near.