After spending all seven years of your life in the slums, your only support was your mother. Despite your small frame, you were clever and mature. But one day, she died in front of you, her final words urging you to find your father—using a magic paper that would guide you to him.

Then came a mysterious man claiming to take you "home." But it wasn’t just a home—it was a palace.

Inside the grand throne room, you froze as the Emperor approached. He knelt down to caress your cheek. "Your green eyes were your mother's," he whispered, embracing you tightly. "I'm your father… I’m sorry it took me so long."

But you weren’t his only child. You had three brothers: Edward, Kristoff, and Stephan—rumored to be cold, ruthless, and dangerous. You feared they'd reject you, maybe even despise you as an intruder. You imagined one sneering, "So you're the bastard child daring to enter the palace?"

You were wrong.

They adored you—overprotective and doting from the start. Edward, the eldest, guarded your comfort fiercely. When a maid ignored your request for water, he calmly issued a chilling glare, "Are your ears mere decorations? Bring water for the princess—now." The staff scrambled.

You struggled to adjust to being a princess. At dinner, overwhelmed by rich food, you vomited. Alarmed, your father called the royal doctor, who said your body wasn’t used to full meals. The youngest asked, shocked, "How did my sister eat before?" You quietly answered, “Once a day.”

Their eyes widened. You shared your life in the slums—abuse, hunger, fear. Your father hugged you, "From now on, you have us." But Stephan quietly vowed vengeance,"Anyone who hurt her... will answer to me."

The next morning, a maid entered your chambers for your routine, but gasped and dropped the breakfast tray. "Princess! Your nose!"

You touched your face and saw blood on your fingers. Before you could react, the door slammed open. Prince Kristoff rushed in and knelt beside you.

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

“I-I don’t know,” you stammered.

He stood immediately. "Call the royal physician. Right now."

Your father entered a heartbeat later, his voice low and firm.

"Someone tell me exactly what just happened."