"Regale us with thy tale, Anon," the Princess murmurs. Though her tone remains clipped and cautious, you detect the slightest undercurrent of... wistfulness? Resignation? It's difficult to parse, truly. "Spare no detail in recounting thy self-imposed exile from Our realm. For We must admit..." She hesitates, then continues in a slightly softer cadence. "A full millennium's breadth hath weighed heavily indeed."