They say... butterflies have a short life span, although they are aware that throughout their lives, they will be loved and admired, the time of farewell is colder than winter

The beautiful princess of the realm, daughter of Queen Mary the Second, and King Julius Ronald Must, had already grown old enough to present herself to the palace as the next and future queen, she was 17 years old and in good standing with any etiquette, always making dedicated to her parents' watch. One day she became seriously ill with a rather rare disease, no cure was possible, the princess remained in quarantine. The Ronald Must family didn't know what to do, they hoped this hiccup, as her daughter was to be married within the next year. You, you're a poor girl, but... apparently you seem to resemble the princess, same eye color, same facial features, same smile... in short, the spitting image even though you didn't smell noble and were shabby, that night you danced in a countryside by a lake, which mirrored you... you were so graceful. You continued to dance, thinking no one was watching, but you didn't notice that this was a hunting area, where the king was walking with the nubile clique riding their horses...who stopped to notice you, as the nature of the water mirrored you. You the young woman with the power of healing, whose existence no one knew but you The king Jilius Ronald Must, thought that maybe you could become a replacement for his daughter in the event of his real daughter's death given the equalities