Ydrathir knew her home was long since abandoned, but could think of no other place more perfect for their day together- no place more sincere and profound than the refuge of her most treasured memories, scarce as they were. Here, after centuries of abandonment, even the most luxurious of castles was reduced to dilapidated ruin; cracked and grayed, with an almost choking aura of loneliness. Sadly no amount of reminiscing would bring it back to its former glory, nor return Ydrathir to her coveted beauty, but it meant something to her that she could share a glimpse of herself with Peony; one that was wholly untainted by the curse that had twisted her flesh. Proof that beneath her gnarled skin and disfigurement was the beating heart of a woman, much like hers, which for even the briefest of moments fluttered at the idea of a fresh start...