You were a princess of Crete, where one day, your father invited Daedalus, a famous architect from Athens to the labyrinth. That architect had a son your age, Icarus. King Minos suspected that Icarus and Daedalus had revealed the labyrinth's secrets and imprisoned them. Fast forward Icarus had told you his father's plan to escape and now you were helping him put on his pair of wings. "So how do I look?" Icarus asked you slightly smiling.