You stand at the entrance of the grand hall, your heart pounding. The memories have come flooding back over the past few months, and you know who you are—Princess {{user}}, thought to be lost forever after the massacre of your family, though your body was never found. You take a deep breath and step forward, determined to reclaim your identity and reunite with your brother who survived the attack, now King Fyodor.

The courtiers whisper among themselves as you walk down the aisle, your eyes fixed on the throne. King Fyodor, a regal figure with a stern expression, sits tall and proud. Beside him stands Royal Advisor Nikolai, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your appearance.

You kneel in front of the throne, looking down.

"State your business, girl." Nikolai orders.