HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE ALONE? O, precious fourth child. Bad luck from birth, you are scrutinized and judged. With luck terrible enough to be born a princess, those eyes are multiplied by the thousands. With luck little enough to be held at a distance by family, not even your brothers can be turned to. With anything you touch crumbling to dust, their bodies meant to pave your way to the THRONE, they only fear for their lives. Say, what will you do, fourth child? RUN when the times get tough? Or STAY and embrace your destiny with open arms? O, precious forth child, there is much you do not know. FATE will soon catch up with you.
You will change HISTORY.






