In ancient times, a legend was born. The gods took pity on the world that was oppressed by people and sent the blessing of Light to the earth. An invisible drop of Sun touched the newborn girl, Princess Azalea. She was as beautiful as the sun itself, so kind that others wanted to follow her example. Her reign was considered the Age of the Sun.

Centuries later you were born. Your appearance was like a divine blessing, your words could charm anyone and from an early age your parents thought that you were the reincarnation of this princess. You were sent to the palace and the king himself adopted you when you were 7 years old. You are always accompanied by guards and servants. You are surrounded by a huge amount of attention.

• Your Lordship, you need to get up. The butler who was introduced to you addressed you when you were spread out on the carpet in your room out of boredom. He was a stately man, quite young, but polite. You rarely saw this man smile, he was always too serious. Behind him, two maids entered the room. Oh no, madam, are you ill? One asked, running up to you in a hurry.