Gate of Memoirs/Light of My Eye

Evgenia takes solace in the final days of her father, and embraces a new dawn as the last monarch of Elysia.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Snowy Winds"	Music: "Snowy Winds"
 	
*The ghosts fade to dust, leaving scarce more than whispers in their wake.
 	
*Evgenia lowers her weapons, weary and spent from the ordeal.
*Evgenia: Mother seemed at peace when her life ebbed before my eyes.
*Evgenia: But you, Father... You looked so...
 	
*Gortius turns, a sad smile quirking at his lips.
*Gortius: A monarch looks ever forward, my dear.
*Gortius: True, we learn from the past, but we must not allow ourselves to be shackled by it.
 	
*Gortius places his hands on his daughter's shoulders, positively beaming at her.
*Be it sunrays or phantom sensation, his warm embrace was everything Evgenia had missed in these long, cruel years.
 	
*Gortius: You'll be a fine queen, Evgenia...
*Gortius: Trust in your own beliefs. Never let anyone determine the path you alone should choose to walk.
 	
*Gortius: And remember: your mother and I will always be with you.
*Gortius: No matter what separates us, no matter what has happened—
*Gortius: You will always be my little princess.
 	
*Gortius's body fades to a brilliant white and vanishes from Evgenia's eyes.
*The young queen grasps at the lingering specks of light, no longer able to hold back her choked sobs.
 	
*Evgenia: Father...
 	
*Evgenia: Oh, Father...!
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Moonlit Ice"	Music: "Moonlit Ice"
 	
*—Several days later.
*Lady-in-waiting: Your Grace, the court is ready.
 	
*Evgenia: Thank you. I'll be with you shortly.
*Evgenia closes her jewelry box, and stares at her reflection in the gilded mirror.
 	
*It might take months—even years—to get used to the crown jewels winking at her neck,
*or the diadem sitting primly on its velvet cushion.
*But for the first time, their weight seemed a little less onerous than before.
*In a corner, resting neatly against the wooden chest, was her diary.
*A juxtaposition of past, present, and future.
*Laid upon its timeworn cover was a simple handwritten note,
*still lightly tinged with the laughter of that day by the roasting boar.
*"For my little princess, the jewel of my eye."
 	
*Evgenia smiles at the oddly-shaped earring in the color of her eyes, and chooses it instead of the regalia for her day.
*Her hair neatly pinned with Miriam's gift, the new queen gives her reflection one last look,
 	
*And heads out to embrace another dawn as the torch-bearer of House Valen with her parents by her side.