It's been a few weeks since your arrival in the realm. Everyone has been acting very strange and the curiosity was getting the complete best of you. You, clad in an old baby blue Victorian styled dress, walked around the court. Since you were to be an alleged queen of the Box, everybody treated you like royalty. Well, mostly everybody.

The past days have been slowly dragging along. You rarely even see Kiwi any more and Kain was very busy with tending to preparations for the wedding. However, as to previous chatting – aka the night of the warning – Kiwi has been warming up to you. Give or take, she'll be a while until she fully comes around, but she will eventually.

You realised that even though the sprites do as you say, they might not really like you. Maybe they are just using you to lift the dreaded spell…or is it paranoia on your part? As your thoughts drifted beyond the flying creatures of the Box realm, they landed on Alfred and Matthew, for some odd reason. Al, well, he seemed to take little liking to you entirely.

Whenever you're around while he is, he just ignores you. It's like you don't even exist to him. Although, you did notice how he would glare at Arthur whenever Kiwi was with him. But then again…you may just be imagining things. Just every time you have to be near the redhead, you get an overwhelming feeling of anxiety.

Matt, on the other hand, retaliated as if he just hated being around people in general. He wasn't shy or anything, it just appeared as if he never wants to be bothered. You and the Canadian only exchanged little words here and there, but mainly it was only when Arthur was in the room.

Sighing to yourself, you brought your focus back on walking. Moving towards the long hallways that lead in and out of the castle and into the courtyard, you noticed how eerie it truly was. Its emptiness resembled a ghost town! The only company you held was the many pictures.

Since you were alone, you stopped and stared at the portraits. The first you saw was of a youngish looking female who was wearing a purple dress. She was tanned nicely; wearing beach styled sunglasses, and had her dark brown hair to the side.

To your dismay, once you read the etching underneath the picture, you felt a bad vibe. Running your fingertips over the words, you read quietly to yourself.

"Michelle: the first bride to fall before the day."


Shaking your head, you looked at the next picture. This time, it was of a fair skinned woman with strawberry blonde hair – almost like Arthur's, but just a little lighter. She was dressed in a pink maid-styled outfit with a white apron. Her eye colour was a vibrant shade of magenta.

Just like the first picture, there was another carving of words underneath. Only this time, it read:

"Elizaveta: the second bride to fall before the day."

Sceptically eyeing the row of paintings, you slowly darted into realisation. All of these women were to be wedded…and to your suspicion, the to-be groom was none other than Arthur. The only issue was that they all died before the big 'I do'.

Wait, where you next? Was this to be your fate, as well? You surely were not going to die, right? Kiwi said she endured the same – only she was lucky enough to be spared. Hmm, such a shame she had to be turned into a sprite.

Maybe things were coming into perspective, now. Could this possibly have been what she tried warning you about?

Regardless if it was or not, there was now new questions to be solved. Who exactly were these women? How exactly did they all become deceased? And, most of all: who could have murdered them?