Third person
The moment the door swung open, silence crashed through the entire wing. The servants that followed behind froze, the nobles stumbled on their feet, and even the Southern royals staggered backwards. What their eyes were seeing was unheard of, something that should never have happened. It wasn't only a stain on the name of Silverreach, but a spot that would never be cleaned away.
On the bed, tangled in bodies and sweat, was Princess Kora. Her hair covered the face of another, a person beneath the blanket with curls slightly peeking out. It was the same curls as Prince Rain.
Marcus smirked and stepped forward.
"Rain... this can't be Rain," he muttered, as if he had not just planted an identity on a figure whose face was yet to be confirmed. Quickly, everyone's thoughts directed themselves toward that conclusion.
"Madness!" King Aldric roared.
