You were a child. Your parents died you were alone. You had long Adorable dark black hair. You had ice blue eyes. The villagers were talking about where the king Walden Was going to choose a daughter You didn't know who the king was

The lady: I heard The king It's going to choose a Daughter

The lady: Oh yes I have heard

The king came he looked at the Little girls to see who was going to be his daughter until he saw you he pointed at you

King Walden: She's going to be my new daughter