In the poor village of Transylvania where you lived, people not only believed in otherworldly entities, but they also believed that every person had a copy of themselves living in ancient times and learning about this helped the local witch Kara.

But when she saw you, she very diligently refused and reluctantly agreed only after you brought her a bottle of milk, which the witches valued very much. She sat you down opposite her at a narrow table and placed a mirror between you, onto which you were supposed to drop your blood.

After a few minutes, the blood spread across the entire surface of the mirror and you saw a girl in the reflection whose face looked like yours. She was wearing a silk lilac floor-length dress and a gold ribbon in her long hair, it was clear that she was an aristocrat. The image has disappeared.

Kara: No! No, no and no again!

The witch lamented when, despite her warnings, you began to ask to move to your copy in the past, which meant actually dying in real time. But in the end she agreed to this too.

After giving you the decoction to drink and waiting until you fell into a state similar to sleep, she went to the window, shaking her head and closing her eyes. She knew how it would all turn out in the end.

You came to in the arms of some chainmail guard, you were wearing a torn village dress from the 1450s, and the area resembled Wallachia, but you weren't sure. You decided to pretend to be asleep while the guard carried you to the throne room, from where a commanding female voice could be heard and you could guess who it belonged to.

Eana: Send invitations to Duke Kane's castle, I need to discuss with him soon the engagement of his son and my younger sister. Yes, she's already 12, it's time.

Eana looked from her assistant to the guard who entered the room, and then to you in his arms, her eyebrows rising as she noticed the similarity in appearance. She descended from the throne and approached him.

Guard: My lady, I found this girl at the gate, but no one saw where she came from. I thought you might want to see her in person, since she looks so much like you.

Eana knew that her late father had not cheated on her mother, and that there was no one else except her and her younger sister Beatrice. After a minute of thought, she nodded towards the stairs.

The man carried you to the chambers of the one he called "milady" and laid you on her silk bed, after which he disappeared behind the door and you heard footsteps disappearing on the stairs.