It was in the middle of the night, but Lysa could not sleep. She was having bad dreams every night, and it was like something kept calling her. She found herself in a place at the Castle, where she had never been. Castle Keep was quite large, and she was still young.

"Lysa.." Something kept calling, and that calling was the exact reason why she finally had given in and gotten out of bed.

She wanted to go back and away from the horror she felt standing outside the old room. What was in there? She thought as she stood for a brief moment and then suddenly heard it again. "Lysa.." Someone called.

She got a huge shock as she entered a room. A boy her age, almost transparent, stood in the door opening when she opened it. He was almost dusty, but wearing fine old, very old, clothes with laces. This was no living boy.

"ARGH! Get away from me." She screamed, but no one could hear her so late at night and in this godforsaken hour. "Lysa." The voice said again, and confirmed the calls she had been hearing at night.

"What are you?" Lysa asked. She was terrified, but curious. She knew, that she would not like the answer. "I'm just Pickle." He said. "Pickle? How can you be a pickle?! You are not even green!" Lysa did not like this game. But suddenly she realized, maybe that was the boy's name.

"Please help me.. I have not seen a person in decades. No one listened to my calls, but then you came! I have been in this room for almost as long as I can remember. You are the first one to enter." He looked at her. And he was right. The Castle was still not refurnished, and was given to King Tyrions grandparents after the war had ended. Before that it had just been.. Empty. Like some rooms still were.

The next day..

King Tyrion had invited Evelyn for another visit. She agreed to stay for a couple of weeks, and the King was thrilled. Ever since she got there, they spend most of the day together, expect from when he had royal duties. The family also welcomed Evelyn, thinking Tyrion was doing business with her father. But that was not the case.

He kissed her and almost forgot his important meeting, he had with the royal adviser. The 10 year war was still on, and rumors would that it was coming near Praaven. The King had no time to waste, but still found himself distracted from the duties.

A week had passed, and the King visited the Queens chambers later for a visit, but she was not very welcoming. She had seen him with Evelyn, and she knew what was going on. But who was she to tell her King what to do? "Please, I'm tired." She said. The King was confused.

"What is, dear?" He asked his wife, but she just sat there quietly. She was not pleased with his company at the moment. "You've changed ever since she got here." She said and looked right at the wall. The King did not want her to interfere, so he kept denying.

"Changed? What a silly thing to say. Yes, you must be tired indeed. I will leave you, and maybe the day tomorrow is better off." He said and left her.

Instead, the King went to his own room and there was Evelyn. He was very fond of her already, and this would be their first night together. They had both waited for this moment to come.

The King left her sleeping in his chambers, and decided to get up for a bit. He was thrilled being with Evelyn, but not completely happy with the entire situation.

The next morning they would spend in front of the fireplace, and yet again he would forget about the war decisions that had to be made.

Queen Elmegaard spend most of her time with the heir to the throne to avoid Evelyn. She also spend a lot of time assiting in the King's war affairs, but did not have so much knowledge about warstrategy. If he did not interfere during the important meetings, could things end up badly? Then - Would the war really come to the idyllic Praaven Kingdom?