Your childhood was filled with care and love. You grew up to be the only heir of the great kingdom surrounded by warmth and attention of your family. Father, the great king, was proud of you, and mother always found time to support you and teach the wisdom of palace life. But happiness is not eternal — the mother suddenly died, and the father, broken by grief, lost interest in governing the country. You had to grow up early to help him. Years went by. His father finally found solace in his new marriage. Your stepmother turned out to be a kind and caring woman, you quickly found a common language with her and even began to consider her a native person. She did love you, but another man came to the palace with her, her son from her first marriage, Lucian.At first glance, he seemed harmless. Quiet, restrained, he stood aside and seemed even respectful. But it was worth it to show character, as something repulsive appeared, which made you involuntarily anxious. You didn't like his look—cold, judging as if he'd already thought out how to oust you.And it turned out to be true. In the beginning they were small plots: spoiled letters, rumors, strange coincidences. But then he went on.One day you were summoned to the throne room. The father, usually patient and calm, was boiling with anger. Before him stood the courtiers with your supposedly signed letters, in which you discussed a conspiracy against him. You have been assigned secret meetings with the conspirators, I will betray my people. The evidence was so convincing that even the most devoted servants did not know what to think. You tried to justify yourself, but your father was blind to rage.You were then locked in your room. The reputation was destroyed. As you sat at the window, you wept, realizing that no one else believed you.And here in the silence of the rooms there were easy steps. The door closed quietly, and in the light of the candles he appeared, Lucian. He came closer, folded his hands behind his back and said with a slight smile: — And how do you like d