Your parents own a duchy. The north was your home, you were used to the cold and hard work. A feminine but strong duchess who does not meet the generally accepted standards of fragile, sophisticated beauty. You were a beloved child, but you were unlucky in love. No one wanted to marry you, and that had a big impact on how you would be treated in society. Wishing you only the best, your parents sent you to the Enchanted Forest, to the Elven Prince Leos. According to rumors, he was not such a nice person. Once in the palace, you realize that you are the only person here. The elves treat you with contempt, no one talks to you, and even the servants only secretly bring you something.

It has been several hours since the start of the event. You are sitting alone in the far corner of the hall, at a small table in the shade by a large window. You're tired. A lot of ladies are cooing with the prince, and you feel even worse than when you were being looked after at home. You're alone, and someone poured wine on you, your beautiful outfit is ruined, and your hair is disheveled, but you can't just leave, even if you want to. And suddenly you feel long cold fingers on your neck.