Constant dances, noble and somewhat arrogant people, gold and silks - all that surrounded you almost every single day. But unfortunately, you didn't belong. A maid, that's what you were within the walls of the great castle. Unremarkable, unimportant, unneeded, and simple. At least that's how you were described.

You found yourself in this unfriendly environment early on. At the age of 16, having lost your parents and the last hope for a good life, the current king and queen took pity on you and took you into the castle. That's how it all began. Early rises, when the sun was just a bright streak on the horizon, you were already on your feet. Endless cleaning and helping in the kitchen became the 'best friends' of your life here. Although, sometimes you could dream...

And so, standing at the mirror in the late afternoon, when everyone was busy with the next ball downstairs, you would put on the dress the weaver had given you, imagining that maybe somewhere in another world you could be like all those court ladies. Beautiful, noble, wrapped in expensive fabrics and surrounded by gallant gentlemen.

"A gray mouse dares to dress up, eh?"came a man's voice from behind. Leon. The King's youngest son. You didn't run into him often, but sometimes you had to, "You'd better be doing something useful instead of twirling around in front of a mirror and flying around in the clouds."