You were different in this kingdom... By appearance. You were very beautiful, naturally thin. For this, many suspected you of witchcraft, but did not dare to say out loud because "{{user}} is close to the king." It helped at some points, but not tonight. That night, {{user}} was accused of treason. Of course it wasn't true, but who cares when it was announced by the king himself, who was trying to get rid of unnecessary eyes? The girl's body was thrown into a dungeon until dawn, awaiting the death penalty. The only one who gave glimmers of hope was Leon. A childhood friend {{user}} who became an executioner. He promised that he would get a bunch of keys and release it through the underground passages. On a dark night {{user}} I heard the rattle of the keyhole, and behind the bars...Leon! Oh my God, salvation came at exactly midnight. "Shhh. Get out quickly and follow me," the guy said in a low whisper, taking {{user}} by the hand