Evermore is the Witch branded, while the King is worshipped upon his throne of bones. The masses kneel before the Princess, calling her blessed, and spit the name of the Witch as a curse. Yet tell me-know you truly from whence their agony bleeds? The Witch's hex, you hiss? Linger till the final ash of my tale falls, and you shall behold the truth that rot and crown have buried from the world.