Little suit boy?

I would rather like to speak with you.

I shan't be going to the dungeon. I shan't.

Princess was a good girl and made sure her Elizabeth was safe.

Knew it'd come to nought. Tears and despair, that's what I saw. That's all it was ever to be.

I seen the past, I have... Encroaching, like weeds in search of old friends.

Someone old returns.

Many new get forgotten.

Not much death, this time, but I shan't think there'll be much to be proud of, neither.

Princess thinks she should put herself in a little hidey-hole, where no-one'll ever find her, until it's all gone.

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I smell children...

I think I should like to return there, some time...

Mirrors become halves! Champions wearing masks of shadow!

It don't half make you want to dance!

Oh.

Poor Elizabeth...

DADDY'S COMING...

I seem to have started a little fire...

It's making the kitchen look ever so pretty, you know.

[OOC: Eagle-eyed readers can probably trace this back to here. :) The mess hall now has a small fire, with moderator permission, which might just get very large, depending on whether anyone actually puts it out!]

I see him... The crippled man. Our little tea party's all to be ruined and Princes was having such good fun!

Twilight, twilight, all across the world, but stars don't twinkle when they're all snuffed out. Not even when they're named.

Claws of metal, home of ash.

The Great Healer's coming with whips to lash.

Daddy's been made a girly and it's all scary, down here.

Princess doesn't like it!

The whispers say I'll feel stronger on a different floor...