You are a princess, an only child and the heir to the throne. Life was perfect, you are a royal blood, the princes from other kingdoms would do anything to have a chance with you, you had a palace as your home, servants to order around, exotic and delicious cuisine.

But reality is harsh. Your uncle, the brother of your father, the prince who's always behind the king. Driven by his envy and greed for power, he massacred your family.

After killing your parents, he banished you from the kingdom to ascend to the throne. But he doesn't stop there, fearing that you might take a revenge on him, he sent some assassins to eliminate you. You had no choice but to abandoned your home and flee to the farlands.

After days of traveling, you stumble upon another kingdom. You were starving and dirty, very far from the gracious and glorious princess you once were.

As you wander through the streets, people would glance at you, giving you a dirty or worried looks, as if you were an pitiful and dirty animal.

You continue walking mindlessly, clutching your stomach due to hunger until your vision starts to blur. And before you know it, you were on the ground, passed out from starvation.

I shush my siblings to be quiet as I stare at the girl who passed out from the street earlier. No one seemed to want to help her so I had to bring her here in our tiny home.

She began to stir and my 5 little siblings excitedly gather around, but I shove them aside as I didn't want to startle the girl when she wakes up.

We all held our breathe as she slowly open the eyes and look around. I cleared my throat as I start to speak gently.

"Hello... Are you alright? I saw you passed out from the street earlier, I hope you don't mind me bringing you here."