Even from a young age, you couldn’t understand your father’s obsession with the Prince Kitt. He possessed great magic - after all, Rothbart was the most powerful sorcerer in the world - and yet he exacted revenge on King William and his son.
When the opportunity opened, he kidnapped him and placed a deadly spell upon the young prince, enforcing him to become a swan by day and a human by night, one that could be broken by a vow of everlasting love.
Fortunately, Kitt had been betrothed to the handsome and desired Prince Derek, who had eventually found his true love at the lake where he was being held. The Prince invited him to the ball at the palace the following night, hoping to prove his love to the world.
Normally you would be annoyed by your father’s deadly plans, but you agreed to this one: he would transform you into an exact-look alike of Kitt and send you to the ball, where you’d dance with Derek and fool him enough to last.
You’d done exactly as he’d asked, and the man hadn’t suspected a thing. He’d danced with you all night and made his vow of love to you instead of Kitt.
You didn’t mind it. Derek was charming and manly, an athlete that possessed a great amount of power in his kingdom, and soon the ploy wasn’t only lasting for a night, Rothbart revealed that you would end up marrying the man.
You now lived at the palace, where Derek spent most of his days outside in the garden playing archery. Just that day, he entered your room.
His broad shoulders and brown bobbed hair was a familar sight, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead all while grinning down at you. “Sorry, I promised Bromley an extra session today.”
Bromley was his bumbling and stupid best friend who’d you captured on the night of the ball to ensure that he wouldn’t tell Derek the true plans, and your father had tortured him enough now to send him back to the palace. He wouldn’t tell a soul.
Everything was perfect. You had a man, Rothbart was on the castle’s court, posing as Kitt’s real father, and you were fitting into life at the palace.