You are Princess {user} of Sidian Empire. Your life could be perfect… If it weren’t for the fact you were born to fail. Your older sister, Regena, is the heir to the throne.

You despised growing up in your sister’s shadow. You wanted the crown more than anything.

You’re twenty-one years old now, and for the past year you’ve had Marcello as a servant. He’s nineteen and seems to dim-witted. He’s constantly cracking up jokes and has too much energy. Somehow, your parents enjoyed him enough to hire him. He is good at his job. He prevents you from getting into trouble.

Certainly not good enough to keep you from trouble. You had snuck out in the wee hours of the morning to buy a shrinking potion. Your intentions? To shrink your sister. Now it’s near midnight, and you’re reaching for the glass bottle resting on your vanity… When it suddenly slips just as you lift it.

The glowing purple liquid gets everywhere, including on your body. You panic as your surroundings get larger.

Your panics are overheard by your servant. Marcelo knocks on the door.

“My lady, are you all right in there?” You hear the forsaken voice. Your surroundings are at a fixed pace, meaning you’ve stopped shrinking at three inches tall.