The land was hollow, the sky ashen, the world dying, her kingdom crumbling.
Endless green had been the Hoshido she had known, loved and lived. But her brothers were dead and she was queen of a withering kingdom. Whispers that Nohr’s once barren land now bore plentiful harvest, that the sun shone there as it was hidden here, echoed through Shirazaki. Her people hadn’t had to starve, to grow cold, or suffer, and the faces had seemed only good now revealed a darker side with such hardships.
At the end of the war King Marx had once extended his hand to her in offering and she had not taken it- but now, it seemed Hinoka’s hand would be open and begging.