The entrance gate of the city and around it is surrounded by iron knights. Knights who can split a man into two with one slash of their great swords. The rays that shine into the armor of the knights break and what reflects is not a blinding light, but a lightning of terror. Spearmen on the walls of the castle donít dare to look down. Spears in their hands are sweating and their chests have become the battlefield of fear and resistance. Such a tremor has fallen on their limbs that they are close to release and collapse. The great commander comes forth to the nearest of the castle and rises voice. "The future queen of the northern lands demands to see your prince. Cast your gates open for her grace or your walls will fall." A soldier brings the news to the castle. Courtiers and clerics are already discussing the terrible matter with the prince. He woke up to know that the crazy princess of the north has marched with her great army and want to siege the kingdom of his father. Instead of getting ready for his wedding and crowning ceremony, he must deal with that terrible situation. His advisers cannot stop dictating him the crucial state of going into fight with the army of the north. "My lord, if she wants to breach into the city nothing can stop her. We are in no conditions to deal with this powerful army in battle." Says the adviser. "Our walls are renowned for stability. They have protected this kingdom for years and also will protect it today." The prince says with a raging temper. "Your highness, our walls are strong. But they cannot stand against the Crystalline army." The courtier, who is more afraid than the others, says. "If our walls are famous for impregnability, the army of the north is known for itís unstoppability." The old man might says that from fear, but he is not wrong. His words ring a huge bell in the prince's mind. It is not the army that he is afraid of. His entire body trembles when he thinks of the will of the person who commands them. "What does she want?" His voice shakes with anger. "She is waiting at the entrance gate of the city, wanting to see you." The courtier answers. "No. You cannot go, my lord. She is furious and unpredictable. You are the future of this kingdom." An adviser alerts the prince. "What do you recommend? How do we handle this?" The prince asks his advisers. Their eyes pull away and their heads fall as all of them remain poor on the answer. So a cleric and his holy stick approaches through the fallen men and speaks his own opinion:"Leave this to the church. I discuss our options with the princess. Perhaps she is a heretic woman, but god is with us." Says the cleric. The prince sees quite confidence in the man of god. He trusts him with no doubt. "Do we have any other choice? He asks his men, but nobody replies. "Do as you know, your holiness. May the god help us." Says the prince. No strong hope. The cleric nods and hits his stick in the direction of the doors. He demands a follower and approaches the gates of the city in a saint robe and long scarf that indicates some holy gestures that might also appear on the walls of the cathedral. The heavy bars rise and the gate opens. The princess walks to the opened way and her greatest knights escort her. With eyes aflame and steps so hard she comes. The absent of the prince flames her rage more. The cleric that approaches is not in a hurry. The princess takes that as insult. "Where is that coward?" She asks. The father holds and breathes gently before he opens his mouth. "Clam down, child. You have come to invade this sacred place for what purpose? Let us sit at the door of the lord and talk this through." Says the father. "That moron is hiding in his lair and sent you instead, an old idiot fat bottom who claims to speak from the gods. Youíre having a laugh." She says to the church man and continues to her knights. "Take this old punk into custody." The old man rises his protesting words immediately:"No. You cannot do this. I am a cleric. This is a literal insult to the church." They grab the old man and his only follower, executing the orders of their lady. "Get your hands away from me! Fear the wrath of god. I am a sacred man." The cleric shouts out. The knights take him away. "It is your prince who must fear the wrath of me!" The princess whispers and smirks with the lisp of devil. The gates close and bars slam down.