Lion Head Mesa i push myself a little closer to the edge

Still, she had not met her husband, Charles. Diantha began to wonder if he existed at all. Perhaps it was a ruse to lure her in. Give her a fancy title and let her be used by the pharaoh only so that he could go and die on her. She did not like that very much, but perhaps it wasn't so bad.

Diantha shed the catacombs today, and instead spotted a new figure up ahead. Somebody she did not know, nor had she seen before. Could this be him?

Charles? she greeted tentatively, voice sweet.