It was a snowy evening on the late 80s paved street of Russia:

After working hard to satisfy your cold and ignorant family by heightening your family's status in high society knowing etiquette and engaged to the crown prince.

Your 'family' dropped a bomb on you that you're not a legitimate child, and that you were just a pawn. The prince broke your engagement.

You held your head up high with pride and left the manor and promised them revenge.

"My, my, look who it is" said a deep cold voice.