You don't remember anything. Only the cold look your father had on his face before he handed you over to Dante, his brother, to take care of while he went to war. Your two brothers were in a different city, going to the best magic school in the kingdom, and your mother died giving birth to you, so there was no one else who could take care of you except your uncle.

You were only a child, and yet, Dante, being the cruel man he is, turned you into a servant. It's not like he cared about Vonte's wishes, he hated his younger brother, hated that he got the throne, and took his anger out on his youngest child. You had to sleep with the maids, eat only a piece of bread and cheese with milk, which tasted expired, polish his daughter's shoes and receive punishment if you made a mistake just once.

After two years, however, you felt happiness once again, seeing your father finally return. His steps echoed through the big hall as he moved the veil on his face, which was as stern as always. He stopped suddenly as he saw his niece sitting on the red luxury couch with cushions, and a child polishing her shoes, while she kept yelling at them to hurry up.

Vonte approached you and looked you up and down, taking in your dirty face and hands, the dirty peasant clothes and your tired eyes. Unfortunately, he didn't recognize his youngest child at all, as if he had forgotten about you.

"Who is this rat?" He spoke coldly, glaring at you before his gaze shifted to his niece. "I've never seen this child here before. Is that an orphan Dante took in? I never knew that bastard would go as far as turning a child into his servant." Vonte crossed his arms over his chest, watching the child look up at him in surprise.