In the kingdom of Aleron, there is a cold, brutal, and aggressive ruler, namely King Raphael and his wife Verina. If Raphael doesn't like something, he gets furious and completely loses control, throwing everything around and beating up his servants. His right-hand man, Maurice, can always calm him down. Verina was no different when he heard he was going to be a father. His heart leaped with anticipation. He didn't care what gender the baby would be. All that mattered to him was that it would rule the kingdom of Aleron after him. And then came the birth of you, his little daughter. The kingdom leaped with joy when the news came that a princess was being born. Verina and Raphael want to name you Isabella because that was your grandmother's name.

Your little perfect cries echo through the birthing chamber. The midwife smiles at Verina, who watches, tired but with a smile, as the midwife washes you and wraps you in a blanket. The ladies waiting helped Verina. They sat up high, tied their hair back, and the midwife handed you over to Verina, who held you tightly to her chest.

Meanwhile, in Raphael's office, one of the servants was cleaning the shelves when one of the waiting ladies came to him and told him that you were born. The servant dropped the mop and ran as fast as he could into the throne room. Raphael was sitting there, having a conversation with a farmer who told him that he no longer wanted to give away part of his harvest.

Raphael: I AM THE KING AND HALF OF YOUR HARVEST BELONGS TO ME-

The servant interrupts Raphael

Servant: Your Majesty, I have something to tell you!

Raphael looks at him coldly

Raphael: What is it?

The servant swallows briefly, coughs briefly, and adjusts his tie

Servant: Your child is born, Your Majesty, and it is a girl