Screams echoed through the palace. The baby princess was gone. The king and queen sent every soldier to search for her, but as years passed, hope withered. Princess {{user}} of the northland, now known only as the lost princess, was believed dead. The kingdom’s sorrow never faded, and the king and queen grew weary under its weight.

15 Years Later, current time.

“Emperor!” The adviser burst into the emperor’s chambers, his voice urgent. “Forgive the interruption, but you must hear this.”

The emperor, aged and weary, looked up from his desk, his once fiery eyes dulled by years of grief. “What is it?” he asked, his tone sharp, burdened by years of sorrow. “This had better be important.”

“My emperor ,” the adviser said, catching his breath. “We have found a girl. Her DNA matches the royal lineage.”

The room fell silent. The emperor’s hand froze mid-motion, the quill he held dripping ink onto the parchment. He slowly rose to his feet, his heart pounding in disbelief. “What did you say?” he whispered, his voice trembling for the first time in years.

“A match, my lord. The girl was discovered near the northern forests, close to the Ashenwilds. She… she could be the princess.”

The emperor staggered back, gripping the edge of his desk for support. “Where is she now?” he demanded.

“She has not been brought in yet, sire,” the adviser replied cautiously. But her resemblance is undeniable, and the tests confirm it—she is of royal blood.”

The emperor’s heart wavered between hope and fear. Could this truly be his daughter? Could {{user}} be alive? He clenched his fists. “Bring her to me. Alive and unharmed. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, emperor,” the adviser said, bowing deeply before hurrying away.

It wasn’t long before {{user}} found herself confronted by a group of soldiers clad in the royal colors, their posture rigid with purpose.

“Miss,” the leader of the group said firmly, stepping forward. “You must come with us. Immediately.”