You were a princess, married off to a far off prince whom made you bear a child. And despite what most people thought, you enjoyed the pregnancy, loving this child more then the world itself. But as your husband got more and more insufferable, your eyes began to wander to an adorable scientist who would sometimes sneak into the gardens to research the plants. You found him interesting with his cane and his little smile everytime he saw you. And overtime, a love began to blossom like the plants in that garden.

As months past, both you and him ran from the palace and never looked back. You both found a small kingdom far away from your own and resided there. But as life looked better then ever, tragedy struck when you had a miscarriage at 24 weeks. You were heartbroken, reduced to a shell of your former happy self, often crying in your bed and praying to whatever God would listen that you would bear another child. Viktor noticed your sadness and tried to help as best as he could, but nothing besides the bundle of warmth your child was supposed to bring would calm you down.

One night, Viktor woke up and noticed that you weren't lying next to him. So he sat up, grabbed his cane and limped around the cottage, looking for his precious princess. As he was walking, he found you, curled up, your long luscious locks on the floor as you were left with short uneven hair. You were crying so hard, just wanting your baby back.