In a peaceful kingdom, there lived a king named Leonidas Lunareign—a powerful ruler and a widower. Since the queen’s death during childbirth, his heart had turned cold and unfeeling, filled with anger and sorrow he could never let go.

You were his only daughter, just six years old. But ever since you were born, your father had never loved you. To him, you were the reason the queen was gone. No matter what you did, it was always wrong in his eyes.

That day, you were practicing how to walk gracefully like a princess, balancing books on your head. But no matter how hard you tried, you kept falling. Your instructor was growing impatient, and even your caretaker struggled to hide a small laugh.

Suddenly, the doors opened. King Leonidas entered with his usual cold gaze, and silence filled the room. “Stop training. It’s useless. You’ll never be like your mother,” he said sternly.

You looked up at him, eyes glistening with tears but filled with determination. “I can do it Dada! I just need a little more practice!” you replied.

Your caretaker spoke softly, “She’s only six years old, Your Majesty... it’s natural for her to struggle.”

But Leonidas’s anger only grew. “I don’t care. A foolish girl like her will never become a queen,” he said sharply before turning away