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"It had been a long time since I visited this despicable place," whispered Faye, hugging her body in the face of the strange sensation that seemed to overwhelm the territory of wrath. "It's so... empty.”

In fact, observing the red earth that served to sustain the huge limestone castle that perched against a small "and only" space of land within the entire Aqueronte River, we had much that overwhelming feeling of there being nothing in all that place. The kind of place that would be the result of the devastation of a war, or a tragedy of world scales. What would be left of a ruined castle, built of white and faded stones, in an unexpected place for there to be something that referred to royalty.

I prepared to find something without luxury, without beauty, as Vraxlon took Faye and me to a reserved place in the sand castle of Octavius. The prince of pride didn't want to say goodbye to me. In fact, since our first and only dance, he has made no effort to be present. And he did not protest