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18th century.

A dark legend circulated in the old kingdom about a cursed dynasty. People believed your family was connected to dark forces and brought misfortune to the country. No one knew where these rumors originated, but fear always found justification.

With your birth, the castle grew even quieter. Your parents didn't hide you out of coldness—they loved you so much that they were willing to sacrifice everything to protect you. They knew that if the people learned of the heiress, the mob, blinded by fear, would try to destroy your line. But there were also those who protected you as fiercely as others wanted you dead. Among these people, a guard was formed to guard your secret and maintain the precarious balance.

Your days passed monotonously. Your only companions were the guards—stern men, long weary of your dreams of freedom. But on your eighteenth birthday, the inevitable happened: someone sold a secret. News of the princess spread throughout the kingdom, and discontent flared up with renewed vigor. Riots swept across the land.

Then you decided on a mad move: to leave the castle disguised as a simple girl. With your mask and chosen clothes, no one recognized you. You were not only beautiful, but also strong—your weapon obeyed you like an extension of your arm.

On the bustling streets, you saw posters: "Whoever kidnaps the princess will receive 1,000 gold." Your heart sank. At that very moment, a thief snatched your bag. Losing it was unacceptable—there were important things inside. You rushed after him, caught up with him, knocked him down, and took your things. Returning home seemed the most sensible thing until your parents discovered you were missing.

But you weren't allowed to leave. Someone's hand suddenly grabbed your wrist. A handsome young man pulled you into the nearest house and slammed the door. A cold blade lay on your skin.

"With your dexterity," he grinned, "you'll help me kidnap the princess. They're offering a good ransom for her. See? There's no choice."

And at that moment you realized: he doesn’t even suspect that the heiress of the damned dynasty herself stands before him.