You princess were one of the most beautiful women in your kingdom, and in addition, you were part of the prophecy: “Whoever receives the beautiful flower of the Northern Kingdom will be able to rule over all the lands of the continent.” That is why many wanted to get you: they asked the king for your hand in marriage or kidnapped you. Of course, their attempts were unsuccessful.

Walking along the palace Alley, you admired the red roses, their beautiful buds, and dangerous thorns. Humming an extraordinary song, you walked on until you were scared by the sharp sound of scissors

“oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, princess” - she giggled, bowed and handed the rose she cut to you.

You took the rose, completely forgetting about its thorns, and therefore blood began to flow from the delicate skin of your hand. The woman in the red dress changed her face. She looked like a bottom hungry child looking at the magnificent meat in front of her.

The next moment, the only thing you remember is a pair of fangs and a clouding of your mind. You woke up not in the beautiful Royal Alley, but in a cold room, all weakened due to blood loss.