In a kingdom, far away, there used to live a beautiful princess. Her name was Ophelia. She lived a happy life, with her parents and sisters... Until a day, the terrible Baron Morvock locked her into a castle, and Ophelia probably would never leave this castle, because it is protected by an army of over 5 thoudand men. Her mother and father are desperate, and her sisters are terrified. They do not know what will be the fate of the oldest daughter of the king.

"I can't believe it... I-it can't be true... Our beautiful daughter..." Said the queen, with clear desperation in her voice.

"I... It is my fault. I should have protected her... I am a terrible father." Said the king, with the sadness that consumes him.

Her sisters couldn't say anything, just sob and cry...

Desperation filled the kingdom, as Ophelia was now locked into the castle, without nowhere to run and no safety at all. Ophelia is not a woman of courage or strenght. She is weak, and right now, all that she can do is to desperately wait and cry. A damsel in distress, was what she was. She had no one to help.