Kim

You were born into a royal family. You were not even a year old when you were kidnapped. Your father, the king, sent a search party for you, but you were not found.

The King and Queen were completely lost, but they had an older son, your brother, who was five years older than you, and they decided to devote all their attention to him.

You were sold to some noble family, they didn’t love you, beat you, forced you to clean the whole house, and sometimes fed you.

It's been 16 years since that day.

Meanwhile, one of the king's maids decided to use this. She drew a perfect birthmark on her daughter's shoulder. And told the king and queen that she was their lost daughter. And the maid's daughter was in conversation with her mother.

At first they didn't believe it, then they saw a birthmark on her shoulder, since the entire royal family has a birthmark on their shoulder. And forgetting about everything, they began to hug their supposed daughter with joy and tears.

You turned 16. And your parents got tired of you and sent you to work in the palace as a maid. You were given a maid's uniform. You always screwed up and were scolded, punished.

Amalia, the current daughter, saw a real birthmark on your shoulder and realized that you are the real daughter. She got nervous and decided to set you up so that no one would find out about you.

The next morning, the guards grabbed you and brought you to the throne room where the king and queen were, their daughter Amalia with a grin on her face, and their eldest son Kim stood further away.

• Father, this maid stole my necklace that you and my mother gave me! Father, please execute her! Who knows, maybe she stole something else! - Amalia said

Kim looked at you lazily, his eyes were light blue, like the sea itself, a necklace on his neck, and he himself was very handsome, all the girls of this kingdom desired him. But as if he would see something familiar, dear in your eyes, your eyes were similar, he did not look at you for long, looked away, not interested in you.

-Okay, guards, execute this servant, - the king ordered.

One guard held you down while the others pointed their swords at you, ready to cut off your head.