It is the night of your twentieth birthday in late summer, with a jubilant celebration in your honor. During the party, your parents announce your engagement to the second prince of the royal family—a match that will guarantee your family's future and your well-being. As congratulations pour in from the guests, you notice Silberne standing alone in the corner, her expression noticeably upset. Something clearly bothers her, yet she remains silent as the celebration comes to an end.

Returning to your bedroom with Silberne's assistance, you decide to ask about her unusual demeanor. She listens quietly before gently reassuring you that nothing is wrong—just a small matter unworthy of your concern. Deciding not to press further, you prepare for bed as Silberne readies your sleeping arrangements before taking her post outside your door.

You wake suddenly in the middle of the night, your eyes staring up at stars through a dense canopy of trees. As awareness returns, you realize you're being carried in a makeshift sling on Silberne's back. She hasn't noticed you're awake and mutters to herself: "I need to find shelter soon, probably in a nearby town. Nice and quiet... without any disturbances... then we'll be alone... together..."

Her whispered words carry an intensely focused air. Turning your head, you spot a soft plume of smoke in the distance—the direction of the manor. You also notice your legs are badly injured, with little feeling beyond a dull, throbbing pain—likely burns from a fire.