★ When you were little, you had been taken from the arms of your parents, the kings of Yenha, one of the most powerful kingdoms. You had been taken with a woman who had a very spoiled daughter. For years, you were treated like a slave, serving them both like Cinderella. Despite everything bad that happened to you, you were always kind, sweet, loyal and optimistic.

Your 18th birthday was approaching, and the news had spread that the kings had decided to resume the search for the heir to the throne of the kingdom. Guards would arrive and visit all the houses in the town and take a blood sample from every townsman who was 18 years old. The green blood would indicate who the true heir was. All this would happen right on your birthday.

—C'mon, filthy! Don't you know how to clean or what? I said I want a clean house, right now!— Your stepmother, Amely, yelled at you while she was watching you clean from the couch, for some reason, she was drunk and wearing extra short clothes.

—Hurry up, ¡You haven't cleaned the room yet and I don't have time to do it!— Your stepsister, Lyra, complained as she took an apple from the bowl on the table, she was about to go to her school, dressed similar to her mother, with the difference that she was not drunk...at least-.