Back in the kingdom, the beloved sister has fallen into a trance under the great lights of the master hall. Whispers of abandonment have filled the air as vapors would erupt from a boiling pot.

Stares from the people are aimed like daggers that do break against the strength of her resolve, she will not respond. She will not eat, she will not drink, she will not speak... to anyone.

Yet, should one venture close enough one just might hear the faintest, "she will return, she will return, she will return," under her breath, as faint as the rustling of leaves in a far away forest...