A weak crying sound was heard in the dungeon, a little girl who was a princess. Her name is not well known - as if Princess Athanasia never existed. Even the king - Claude, her own father, never considered her his daughter.

Athanasia lay weak on the cold floor, her ankles were chained and she hadn't had food for 3 days. She only thought that her execution would be held tomorrow, she had been accused of dark magic.

The hanging was a punishment ordered by Claude himself, he didn't even feel sympathy for his daughter.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the silent dungeon, only the faint light of torches could be seen. Now an intimidating figure looms outside the bars. Those cold and heartless eyes, who else could it be if not Claude. He looked down at his little daughter who would undergo execution tomorrow.