A single drop of water fell every now and then, echoing in the small basement, Arthur was sure it had been a dungeon before, for what purpose did the King have a dungeon in his palace? Arthur didn't want to know. The place was damp, the door's lock was so rusty, he didn't have to use a key to open it.

Inside, the darkness was unbearable, he couldn't see his hand in front of his face, Arthur had to light a candle but it only seemed to worsen the gloomy atmosphere the small room had.

Cobwebs covered the shelfs, the rusty chains on the floor were sticky, he hoped that the red splotches on them were oxide and not blood, the smell of iron was enclosed after years of not opening the room, Arthur had to breathe slowly so as to not gag.

The sooner he got to work, the sooner he'd be able to leave. He opened a shelf, a lone spider running away at the sign of him trespassing its home, the books inside were crumpled, the lower ones were wet, his eyes traveled over the faded letters in the covers, putting some over the table, Arthur frowned, that looked more like a dissection table but he had no right to question predecessors, not when he was guilty of usurpation.

The light flickered slightly, shadows dancing around the scattered books laying on the large table, tha yellow pages and the dusty covers showed the deteriorated state of the texts, Arthur cursed mentally, whoever had the nerve of putting books in here.

So far his search was futile, there was no mention of the creature he saw at the ball. Though his mind had pointed to the obvious label of 'ghost', its presence was beyond the forces of a mere spirit.

The wooden door cracked, the light from the candle merely revealed the person that stood in the entrance, Arthur would have been more cautious but the thunderous laughter that filled the small room was unmistakable.

"I can't believe you are here, when I said that the old books were in the dungeon, I was joking."

Arthur didn't glance back, setting aside another useless book, diary was a better way to describe them, the handwriting was messy, barely legible, though they had some beautiful illustrations, the purpose of that book was merely botanical, nothing he could use. He sighed, a headache beginning to form in his head. "Alfred, why are these books here?"

"Because I said so."

Arthur turned to him, crossing his arms. "This is not the moment for your games, I need a serious answer."

Alfred shrugged, looking around, covering his nose with his hand as he entered. "That's the answer, I got these books from a merchant, he said they were from the royal library in the east, I thought, "royal library of the east" as in books regarding their culture, geography and such, it was a scam, they are diaries from Ivan's grandfather. What an irony that it is me who acquired them." He picked up one from the pile, toying with the pages. "This guy should have been an artist, look at how realistic this looks. Do you think it is a self- portrait?"

The page Alfred was showing him was an illustration of a man, his haunting eyes looked directly at the observer, the traces were precise and resembled the same face he saw in the ball, Arthur eyes widened. "Bloody hell, Alfred, you have the best of luck. Let me see."

Alfred raised an eyebrow, passing the pages rapidly as Arthur observed him with dread. "I found it first, I get to look at the drawings before you do. Look, it's Yekaterina!" He held the book for him to see again.

A drawing of a young woman was there, her hair tied in a braid, it was barely a sketch but her face was detailed, her expression was soft, she was smiling.

At the end of the page, Arthur glanced at what seemed to be a poem, though he couldn't distinguish all of the words. He sighed. "That's probably her grandmother."

Alfred observed the page again, nodding slightly, flickering through the book. "True but the resemblance is astonishing. There are more drawings of her, looks like he really loved her, right?"

Arthur grimaced, averting his gaze from Alfred. "He kind of killed her."

The book was dropped on the table, making the pile of unrevised books shake. Alfred's words held a speck of derision in their tone. "What? No way, is there anyone in that family not a murderous lunatic?"

"I don't think he meant to do so."

"What's on your head, Arthur? Now, the whole notebook filled with portraits of his dead wife, places this guy into a creepier level."

"Firstly, those portraits might be from before, she is really young in those. Secondly, he didn't directly kill her, there was a law during his reign that declared all magic related activities forbidden. He didn't happen to know that she was a sorcerer too. When the rules in the east are upheld, they apply to everyone, without hesitance and without privileges. That Alfred, is why they don't usually change laws, it can be counterproductive for the royalty. After that incident the law was abolished, probably to save his son from that same fate."

Alfred frowned, approaching the table. "Why do you know all that?"

"Because that law concerned all magic holders, it was a direct threat that took the lives of thousands, Ludwig's father applied that law in his early years of reign, the sorcerers in the Middle and East Kingdoms were purged. It is an antecedent for us in the Islands as we received some of the refugees that fled from there." Arthur took the book and the candle from the table, not bearing the smell of iron anymore, he motioned Alfred to follow him upstairs.

When they were reaching the first floor, Alfred cleared his throat, a sheepish smile on his face. "Nice story time, you should enlighten me more about this and not those wacky tales of invisible creatures. Let's get some dinner."

"They are not tales and they are heavily connected with your own Kingdom's history. In fact, I believe that man you showed me earlier had something to do with the behaviour of this King, such paranoia can't be fortuitous."

Entering the dining hall, Arthur noticed Madeline was already there waiting, the table was arranged and the food was served. Was Alfred looking for him so they could eat together? Arthur's stomach twisted, reminding him how starved he was.

Alfred shook his head, patting him on the back. "What are you talking about this time, a ghost?"

The food looked astonishing but his appetite was spoilt, the smell of iron was lingering in his nose. "Perhaps" he replied, frowning at the sight of Alfred, he was giggling.

Noisy laughter echoed in the room, eclipsing Madeline's greeting. "You are proposing a mighty opponent, Arthur. You can't punch a ghost, you can't kill it 'cause it's dead and you can't even see it. How do you get rid of one?"

Arthur grimaced, taking a sip of the wine, Alfred always managed to formulate questions with answers that he could not give.

Ivan wandered around the hallways, the silence broken by his footsteps. Every now and then he found himself returning to the same place.

The trophy hall was tidy, the gray wolf had been covered again, it was an order he gave after his father died, even when he couldn't bear to see the animal, he couldn't bring himself to throw it away. What would that knight say if he could choose? Surely he wouldn't want to be dead but if he were a ghost..

Ivan shook his head, he had to get some rest or else those silly thoughts would end up as a nightmare again.

Light footsteps echoed in the hall, a soft voice greeted him. "Good evening."

Ivan turned around to see Natalya, she was holding her hands together, her blue dress was impeccable. He sighed, greeting her back. "Hello, Natalya. Do you like hanging around the palace?"

She nodded, approaching slowly, a frown in her face. "It is a beautiful place. How did the celebration go?"

He shrugged. "It was fine, the treaty was signed and Gilbert threatened us, the usual diplomacy."

She lowered her head, knitting her eyebrows. "That doesn't sound very well, I hope it's nothing serious."

Ivan dismissed with his hand and shook his head, turning to watch the silhouette of the wolf, feeling Natalya's gaze on him, he asked. "Is there something you need?"

She nodded. "Yekaterina, she is looking for a seal, she asked me to retrieve it from you, said that you knew what she was talking about."

Ivan pondered on what that could mean, but he hadn't entered the office since their arrival. "I don't understand. She must be confused."

He frowned, Natalya was still observing him, an awkward silence filled the room and she made no sign as to leave. She had another motive, didn't she?

Clearing his throat, he asked. "What do you like the most about the palace?"

Natalya shifted uncomfortably. "I… I like the gardens, they are colorful and the servants said that there was a peacock around, though, I haven't seen it."

Ivan chuckled, pacing around. "It's a cunning animal. My father brought it from the east but just as the people from there, it does not trust us."

Natalya observed the fabric covering the mounted animal. Placing her slender fingers on the wolf's head, her voice betrayed her calm demeanour. "Why did you bring her back?" she huffed.

So, that was what she wanted to say.

Ivan glared at her. "Why did you take the letter? It wasn't for you."

She shrugged. "I delivered, Tolys was busy running away with Feliks. I had to read it for her, why did you think it was a good idea to send a letter to an illiterate person?"

Ivan's eyes widened, he averted his gaze from her. "Well, you know why she's here, why do you ask then?"

She hummed, lifting the fabric slightly. "Why her?"

He shook his head, taking Natalya's hand and moving it away from the wolf. "There is not a single magician that would come here after what happened before, they are too scared and she may help me."

Natalya took a step back, retreating her hand and muttering her question. "Why are you seeking magical power? Don't you have it already?"

Ivan frowned, the fabric sliding swiftly from the animal, revealing the soft gray fur. "I can't control it as I wish." The wolf's blue eyes were staring back at him and he stepped back, his voice quivering slightly. "It can be quite dangerous."

"It is foolish to ask that much from her, what if she knows nothing?" Natalya huffed.

Ivan locked his gaze with Natalya and she fumbled with her hands. "She has to, Natalya or I'll have to ask help from Alfred's sister."

Looking back at the wolf, his hands trembled, those blue eyes, he couldn't just throw the animal away, those eyes weren't a beast's eyes, even after these years those blue orbs were still haunting.

Natalya's voice changed abruptly, raising her volume. "Why do you ask the help of strangers when you could have relied on me? Am I that abhorrent to you?"

Ivan flinched at the sudden outburst, focusing on Natalya's expresion, her eyes were blue too, aside from the tears threatening to fall, her eyes had a glint of audacity now, strange as she didn't seem to have enough will to contradict him before, Ivan wondered if he could trust her to be honest for once. "Natalya, do you love me?"

Her eyes widened but her answer came without hesitation. "Yes."

Ivan grimaced, he was hoping she'd doubt, he approached her slowly. "I don't think I can return your love the way you expect me to, Natalya, I do love you, just like I love my sister, we are family. You don't have to submit to my wishes so easily, it makes me uncomfortable and it's unnerving to deal with falsehood if it comes from you."

She nodded, embracing him forcefully and sobbing. "I hate you." her voice was shaky, she inhaled deeply after every sob. "I hate all of you, I try to keep everyone happy but Katya is cruel, my mother wants to get rid of me, my father doesn't take me seriously and you… you don't love me. You all should suffer more than I do."

He waited for her to finish, her words were harsh, deep inside, Ivan was relieved, Natalya's words were true, she was pouring her thoughts to him without worrying about his opinion.

When her voice stopped, she pushed him away, hiding her face with her hands and turning her back.

They stood for a while in silence, Natalya pacing around the room, she faced him, clearing her throat. "I can look for a mage in the firebird, my father said that the inhabitants were docile and well learned."

He sighed, giving her a small smile and nodding. "We should go and look for the peacock, it must be hidden."

She leaned to his side and took a hold of his arm, Ivan watched her wearily but did not push her aside.

"What is that you wish to know?" She asked, lifting an eyebrow. "About magic" she added.

"Anything about fire."

Natalya chuckled, showing him a small smile. "I like that wolf, you shouldn't hide it, it's magnificent."

Ivan tried to stop himself from frowning while Natalya's grip tightened, perhaps it wasn't a good idea to rely on her.

The fireplace cracked, the wood inside gleaming with a bright yellow before turning red, Alfred liked to watch the flames consuming the logs, there was nothing better than sitting beside the warmth after a long day, that smell in the basement has left him dizzy.

He could lay beside the fireplace and rest, the carpet was soft and thick, the dim light emanating from it was an invitation to close his tired eyes, way before his father's death, he found himself struggling to get a clear view from afar, this led him to abandon the hopes of mastering archery, how could he shoot if he didn't see the target clearly?

He sighed, closing his eyes, soft footsteps approached, he didn't have to see who it was, the steps were familiar, Madeline was always delicate, even when walking, she was an expert at sneaking around without getting caught.

Her voice broke the silence, "Is the light bothering you again?"

Alfred opened his eyes, her concerned expression was hard to distinguish with the low light, what he could see was the cream color of her dress and the book she was holding. He yawned, pointing at her hands. "What are you reading about this time?"

She sat by his side, showing him the book, the cover was green adorned with golden leafs, Madeline beamed. "It's a book of spells, there is one that claims to conceal you from dangers."

He hummed, his eyelids closing again. "Does it have one for my eyes? I could use some eagle vision or something."

Madeline giggled, placing her hand in his forehead. "I don't think that's possible, to perform magic one has to give something, perhaps such a deed would require leaving you blind in the first place, in order for your vision to be changed." She moved her hand over his closed eyes. "Let's see."

Alfred moved away rapidly, widening his eyes at Madeline's mischievous smile, he whined. "What? I don't want to be blind!"

She laughed, reaching to touch him again. "I promise I'll give you the eyes of an eagle, they could be yellow too."

Alfred jerked away, laughing nervously. "No way, I like them blue, stay away."

Madeline retreated her hands, "You have some correspondence" opening the book, she showed him several envelopes and a folded paper. "I have written a letter for Yekaterina," she added.

Alfred raised an eyebrow, eyeing the letters, trying to read with no avail. "Ugh, I can't read this late, what do they say?"

"I didn't open your letters, though, there is one from Ivan, what do you think he wants? I thought they'd be colder towards us."

He squinted his eyes, extending his hand to receive it, the blue seal was untouched. "No idea, I'll read it tomorrow. Why are you writing to Yekaterina?"

Madeline frowned, her gaze lowering to the folded paper. "Their father died, we have to send them condolences perhaps that's why he wrote to you."

"We don't really have to reply, they didn't send anything to us before" He sat up, and clicked his tongue, waving the letter in his hand. "Wait, they did, they sent us a horrible treaty with the threat of more confrontation unless we accepted."

Madeline frowned, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It is the right thing to do, besides Yekaterina is lovely and I want to keep contact with her. I just want you to sign it."

Alfred glanced at the fireplace, he could throw the letter into the fire easily, a small chuckle escaped him. "Are you sure you wrote that letter to her?"

She retreated her hand, her voice serious. "What does that mean?"

He rolled his eyes, "Oh please, you spent most of our time with Gilbert, Ludwig or Ivan. Why would you write to Yekaterina if you were pleasantly talking with her brother the whole time?"

Madeline smiled, closing the book and standing. "I can write to him if that's what you want. He sure makes some good and interesting questions, give me the letter and I will reply to it too."

Alfred shook his head, why was she annoying him? "No, I do not want you to do that!"

She pursed her lips, dusting her dress. "You don't like me talking to other people, I see."

Alfred stood up, looking at the book in her hands. "To other guys whom I barely know anything about, No."

She sighed, smiling again. "Do not worry. I wrote for Yekaterina and I didn't mention how much you like her."

Alfred gasped, shaking his head vigorously. "I don't."

Madeline laughed, pointing at the letter in his hand. "You said she was beautiful and it's fine, think about how useful it would be if you married her, I'm sure his brother wouldn't dare to declare a war on her or the other way around, you can't attack your brother in law. Perhaps that's why he is writing, I'm sure he noticed how you were doting over his sister."

"I said that she was beautiful because she is, that doesn't mean I like her!"

She rolled her eyes, handing him the paper. "Whatever you say, just sign."

Alfred frowned, taking the paper, he gaped at his sister's handwriting, it was so neat and elegant, unlike his. "No." he paused, "You wrote the letter, is your doing, I will send one tomorrow but this is your work and I won't take credit for it, let her read both letters and see how bad my writing is."

Madeline giggled "Fine, I was going to save you from the embarrassment but have it your way."

Alfred smiled as she walked away, he turned to the fireplace, the flames were dying alongside the light they provided, Alfred saw himself alone in the room, he traced the blue seal with his finger, opening the letter, squinting his eyes, some of the letters gained a bit of clarity, the words uprising, secrecy, aid, were registered by his brain, a cold feeling settled in his spine, he shivered folding the letter and ran behind his sister, calling out to her. "Wait Madie, you can't leave me alone."

When she halted her steps to look back at him, Alfred was relieved, the wrenched feeling in his gut disappearing slowly while a headache grew noticeable.

She observed him quietly, a soft smile graced her face. "Quick or the ghost will catch you."