A frail old man pushed through the crowd, leaning on a wooden staff. His eyes were clouded with age but shone with wisdom. "No, my prince," he said softly. "You do not understand what happened that night."
Henry turned to him. "Then tell me. Tell me what all this means."
Old Man: It was the night when everyone was celebrating the joy of finding Crimson. The whole kingdom was filled with light and laughter. But suddenly, Queen Isabella realized something was wrong, and she screamed loudly—
Queen Isabella: Nooooo!
Commander: What happened, Queen Isabella?
Queen Isabella threw Crimson away from her hands.
Queen Isabella: This one is fake! I want the real one!
At that very moment, Famoura appeared from behind and spoke in a calm but firm voice.
Famoura: Are you sure you're not talking about this one?
She held up the real Crimson before everyone's eyes.
Commander: Catch her!
Queen Isabella: No! No one will touch Famoura!
Famoura: I know that after taking Crimson, you'll kill me.
Queen Isabella: If you already knew, then why did you go through so much trouble? You could have just sent the real Crimson instead.
Famoura: Here… take the Crimson Book.
Queen Isabella: Before taking Crimson, meet someone first.