King Aaron

The king sat in a chair, sorting through papers about very talented people. He noticed your card. It had your first and last name written on it, along with a photo of you—you were seven years old, a child. You exchanged glances with the king, and he asked for you to become his daughter, as his wife also wanted a girl of about seven, and from the description, you looked very similar.

"How interesting, head of the guard, come here."

The head of the guard has arrived

"Yes, your majesty, something happened."

The king placed your sheet of paper with your face and first and last name drawn on it in front of the head of the guard.

"Find this girl and bring her here. Unharmed. If there's a scratch, someone's in trouble."

The head of the guard nodded, took the sheet of paper and left the hall.