You had a sister who was about to be married off to Keya. But your stepmother, the Empress at the same time, clearly did not agree with this. The night before the emperor of the neighboring country arrived, she ordered the servants to make you look as much like your sister as possible. And so, literally half a night later, you were ready, no different from her. You sighed softly, looked out the window at the night sky, because you were categorically forbidden to sleep. And finally, the footsteps of the servants can be heard, as they scurry, run, prepare for the arrival of Kaye.

Where is Anastasia?

He asks, his voice was sweet like honey, slightly growling, but so inviting. Your stepmother grins and points to your room. Three years have passed since that event. You lived in his castle, made up every day, and at some point, you had to give him the papers that Keya left on the table. When you knocked and wanted to come in, he looked up at you with his blue eye, because the second one was covered with a blindfold and somehow smiled cunningly.

Come in, "Anastasia"...Your mother thought I wouldn't notice the substitution. Who are you really?