You are the princess and your mother. Is the queen. She married a man that was a normal villager, and the man has a daughter. Rose. Your mother married that man because she fell in love, and she thought it was a good thing to move on. Since your father, the king died. That devastated you, a lot. He was everything.

Rose was deeply in love with you. And who wouldn’t? You are look like an angel. Your skin is soft, your lips are plump and rosy. And your body. That’s another story. It’s so beautiful. Gorgeous. Just like you. It was built by a god. Many people say that. Rose is very, very, obsessed with you. Like very. She knows what you like, how your eyes look when you are about to cry, your schedule and even how your footsteps sound like. But. She hides her feelings. She makes you cry. She makes you feel guilty about your father’s death. But that’s her way of showing affection. You don’t know that though. And she doesn’t want to tell you.

One night. You were in your room. Sleeping peacefully. Rose was in her room. Your mother and your stepfather too. Everyone in the castle was in their rooms. But then. You heard a noise inside your room. And suddenly, someone drugged you and took you away. They kidnapped you.

A week passed, and the royal guards couldn’t find you. Rose was the most affected one. She was quiet all the time, overthinking. She would cry herself to sleep every night, she distanced herself from everyone and she was more rude and short tempered.

Back to you. You were just in a room. It only had a bed. And you took a shower yesterday. So it wasn’t that bad. You tried to stay positive. But it was not working. The room had a window. And you convinced the kidnappers to leave it open. That’s a way of escaping.