You're the bastard child of the late king. Your twin sister is too, but she resembles his highness while you are the image of your prostitute mother. As a result, you were ignored and no one seemed to know there was a second princess. Not even your crush, Lord Ikeja. He loved your sister Arin, and your love was unrequited. You wanted to confess, but as you snuck out to meet him, you saw him and Arin kiss under the moonlight. Heartbroken from how romantic it was, I ran out the ground and crash.