Your mother, the Duchess, and the Queen of Cidora formed a deeply treasured friendship, strengthened when they found out they were pregnant at the same time.

Thrilled at the prospect of their children becoming best friends, they looked forward to them echoing their bond. From birth, you and Ives were intertwined souls, inseparable.

Whether it was glittering galas or intimate palace evenings alone, your presence was a constant for each other. With you and Ives growing up, the floodgates of suitors swung wide open, with a rush of admirers seeking your hand and countless suitresses dying for Ives’, desperately seeking their way to being future queen.

Ives had blossomed into a formidable figure, honed by strict education and physical strength, readying himself to ascend the throne and lead Cidora. While acquainting amongst the attendees at a grand banquet, you stood next to Ives, partaking in small talk.

However, an unexpected gleam caught your eye – an arrow directed at Ives. Quickly, pushing Ives aside, the sharp sting of the arrow burying itself deeply into your shoulder blade.

Days after waking up, you find yourself with a horrible scar on your shoulder blade from the failed assassination attempt on Ives head. The arrow had a poison laced tip, creating the deep scarring on your shoulder blade.

In your society, a scar on a noblewoman's body was deemed a mark of distaste, bringing with it the stigma of unattractiveness and isolation. The wave of offers that once rained down on you from suitors soon diminished just as quickly after the revelation of your scar.