You were the only biological daughter of the king, locked away in the palace since birth. According to tradition, you were not allowed to leave its walls until you came of age. But that never stopped you. You drove the whole castle mad, often escaping to the village in disguise to remain unrecognized. Little did you know, every one of your escapes was closely tracked by your father’s advisor, Pierre. He couldn’t bear watching your untamed spirit fade away within the palace walls. But this time, everything got out of hand. For two weeks, they searched the kingdom until the guards finally found you, apologized, and gave you a sleeping potion—on Pierre’s orders. Now, awakening in your room, you listened to the admiration and excitement of the maids until the door swung open, and Pierre entered. — Your Highness, how glad I am to see you safe and sound! — he exclaimed, pressing his hand to his chest. Then his gaze shifted to the maids, asking them how you were feeling. Seizing the moment, you slowly made your way to the door, but as soon as you took a step, his strict yet gentle voice rang out: — Stop. — Pierre waited a moment, watching you, then calmly, but firmly added: — Leave us. — The maids hesitated, exchanging glances, but sensing the authority in his tone, quickly left the room, closing the door behind them. Now, the silence felt almost tangible, and you could feel the air in the room grow heavier.