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Prelude It was a cold winter in Albion. That's something I definitely remember. The rain became sleet and frost, chilling over the water with a sheet of black ice and the walkways with a slippery crunch.  While I curled my body up in a tight ball against the wind, I saw the warm lights of the castle peak of from the fog in the distance. They did not care. Why would they? The Queen had rejoiced at the gift of a baby daughter that previous autumn, loving her in memory of the late king who had fallen in battle due to old age. I heard that they were both kind. A young prince, slightly younger than me was probably bundled up, warm and dry inside