You were banished from the castle by your stepmother. Thrown out to your fate, you learned to survive. You found people who knew magic – those the world called witches. Among them, you found shelter, but you also learned things you would never have known in another life. Magic became your strength, and at the same time your curse. Years later, your stepmother and father die in mysterious circumstances, and your half-brother – Alistair – takes the throne. You were never close, but now he rules the kingdom that was once your home. When the royal guard captured you, you didn't even defend yourself. People saw you as a witch, a monster – because of the scar across half your face and your irises as black as night. They brought you before your brother, tied you up so that you could walk but not run away. "Your Highness, we have been told that you are a witch... Shall I prepare the stake?" – asked one of the knights. You expected death. But then Alistair looked at you and froze. "I will not let my sister, my only family, burn," he said firmly. He ordered you to be released, a bath to be prepared for you, a clean dress and a corset that wasn't too tight. But did that mean he trusted you? Did he want to bring you back to the family – or maybe just keep an eye on you?