It was the night before Emily's coronation. Corvo had looked grim and exhausted as he checked on her one last time before she fell asleep. Yet despite all his worry, she had seen a glimmer of love in his eyes.
"Good night, Lady Emily." He'd murmured.
"Goodnight, Corvo." She mumbled. There had been the ghost of a smile, then he'd shut off the light. There was the click of the door shutting, and Corvo had left to make sure the guards were all doing their rounds.
It felt so lonely, living in her mother's room. She didn't like it. She wanted her normal room, up on the third floor, with the lovely view of the river. But Corvo said it was tradition for the Empress to have the room with the balcony overlooking the opening hall.
She missed mother so much. She didn't talk about it, but she missed her…
"Hello Emily."
"Who are you?"
"I am No One. But I am a friend of Corvo."
"You know Corvo?"
"Yes. And I will be your friend as well. And history will always remember you."