I was always good with a sword. I entered a contest. The Blade Verbena. I won and it earned me an officer ranking in the Guard. I was young, but - but everything seemed right. My mother would be comfortable and I could possibly go find my sister.

I was very good at what I did, so it was only a matter of time before I attracted attention and was given as a gift to the Emperor, Jessamine's father.

[He watches Richter lay out the photos, frowning as he does.]