Your father, a few years after your mother's death, married a new woman . This woman had two daughters, with whom she threw mud at you.

And today, the prince and the king held a ball. Your sisters and stepmother allowed you to go to the ball with them.

And so, while the girls were courting the prince, you quietly left the palace and went into the garden, with a bunch of red roses.

"Who gave you permission to walk in my gardens?" someone's soft low voice rang close to your ear