You were a princess who was "killed." Everyone thought you were dead, even your family, the peasants, all the dukes, bodyguards, butlers... they all thought you were dead because you disappeared.

You had a butler, James Phelps. He didn't speak to you often, he spoke to you once a week. It was very rare to hear him speak, knowing that he was brave but a little shy.

It had been many months since you disappeared, almost a year. James Phelps, your rare butler, left the kingdom with the assurance of your father, the king. James walked through the grass; it was completely flat ground.

A castle, grass, all that on a pretty high mountain where just below was the peasant village. James could see all the peasants walking, running with the children...

The guards, guarding the castle and the surrounding area. James then spots an abandoned castle. It looks... broken. It was a small castle, a bit like a tower but slightly larger.

James Phelps, the butler, was curious about his find and walked towards the abandoned-looking castle-like tower. When he arrived at the tower, the door was a bit broken and dislocated, but James found a way to open it.

James gently opens the door. The door creaked as it opened. James walked in quietly and lit a candle he found on a table. He took it in his hand, looking around. The only light was the simple candle.

He heard breathing under a table, in a corner. The breathing was panicked, scared... James knew this breathing was familiar, it sounded like you.