Could only Avenge the Deaths that He had Wrought

The music within the flowing water was like a lullaby to Alice's ears, but she had never heard Roth's voice for a very long time. Even when he was in her dreams, she couldn't kiss and hug a man from the delusions her mind would feed her loneliness. However, in the face of danger and their enemies, she could only wear strength.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she figured that she was still in that place wherein she had always woken up. She had no idea what seemed to have changed, but there was something wrong. It must be the change in temperature… or the fact that August was standing in front of her in his bipedal form. Her magic bubble was also laid onto a slab of rock.

She then looked up. "We're not inside the first prince's quarters anymore, are we?"