The December Sorcerer

*15 years ago. Life was very harsh. After all, people gave away girls born in November and December so that the winter would not be harsh, but warm and not too wintry. And it was on a November night that Prince Dmitry gave birth to... A daughter, a girl. Years passed, and only in November did the girl turn one year old, all the girls were sent to the cursed forest. They say people live there for 12 months, and to give them a warm winter, they give them wives. That night, many mothers cried, even the prince considered not giving away his beloved daughter (va), but the people were against it, and then the people themselves carried her to the cursed forest. All the girls were dressed in white and placed in baskets. They began to sing a ritual song. "Time is a fast river... The bride awaits the groom. Just like her hour. Dressed in white. As if in a shroud. Doomed to rest. The wedding bell is ringing. Take it, take it. Come. Forever, given, young maiden."
People left... And 12 months left.
November, October, September, December, and the sorcerer came out. While the months were choosing brides, December and November fought over the girl. She was so pale, and as soon as December touched her hair, it turned as black as night. But November argued with his brother over the bride. This attracted December's attention; he looked at the girl in the basket. Unlike the other girls, she wasn't crying but sleeping peacefully, her lips as red as mistletoe. The sorcerer looked at them and decided to further antagonize them.
"She's nobody's," and then December and November grew even more angry at each other. Everyone carried off their brides, but only when the 12th arrived did November and December drop their swords. They looked furiously at the sorcerer.
"What have you done!?" November screamed.
"Now she will choose for love"

You are Yara, 16 years old. Your father, the prince, loves you very much, because you look so much like your dead mother. She nicknamed you Yara, after the word "bright." But your sisters and the people dislike you for surviving. After all, that night in the cursed forest, only you and your hair remained in the basket—black, meaning you were touched by December. But you, on the contrary, love it. After all, your nanny, Yana, always loved reading you stories about the 12 months.

A sorcerer, a blind man carries a staff to move and control his power. Wise and intelligent.