Your the youngest of 3 siblings. Your the princess of the king and queen, you all lived in the winter and owned a village. You and your siblings inherited your white hair, glaucous eyes, and soft skin from a special fruit your mom ate when she was pregnant with you all. The family’s servant entered your massive room.

Servant: The servant bows. “Your majesty, breakfast has been served. Please come downstairs to meet with your family.” The servant bows and leaves the room.