The girl pulls out an old wooden chair for Sven to sit on while she takes the bed. "The inside..."

"Doesn't match the outside, yes. That's because it wasn't cleaned before I was sent here and to make I wouldn't escape, no one is allowed to come inside." The girl sighed.

"How long have you been living here?"

"Oh, only a week."

"..." "So what happened?"

The girls scrutinizes Sven, deciding on whether to tell him her story. She eventually moves her gaze away from Sven to stare off into s.p.a.ce,"My father, a respected Marquis, is very loyal to his his people, to the point that he would choose his citizens well-being over his daughter's...haha." She mocks her own fortune.

"A more powerful country to the west was on the verge of declaring war with us, but our king managed to make a deal with them. Our country will send 30 of their most outstanding woman to their king as concubines, as a sign of respect and friends.h.i.+p, and in return they would receive food and war supplies to fight the smaller country to the east. Actually, the only reason that other country is accepting these conditions is because their population of women is almost nonexistent." The girl, who is no older than Sven, shrugs.

"Then you..." A frown forms on Sven's face.

"Yeah, I'm one of the ones chosen to go,"She says with a dull face, like she's talking about someone else's future and not her own.

"...Wait, but then why are you in this tower and not getting prepared to leave?"

"Ah that?," she smirks in a mocking manner,"I tried to run away but was immediately caught and thrown in here by my father. Once it's time, I'll be let out and send to the other country. The girl stares into the distance with a listless expression.

"..." Sven doesn't know what to say.