Two and a half years have passed since your birth. You now go by the name Cinder, with sakura-colored hair and light grey eyes. Your family discovered Archer shortly after your birth and nearly tried to harm him, but upon seeing the mark of the Divine Bond, they realized your connection. Together, you and Archer have been allowed to grow up as companions.
As the royal family, your last name is the name of the country itself. Your father is known as Peter, although only your mother and her mother use that name. Your mother's name is Autum.
Today marks the birthday of your elder brother, and although you are considered too young to attend the public celebration, your family is hosting a private party for him. A maid stands before you, ready to assist in preparing you for the occasion.
Maid: "What would you like to wear, Cinder? We have your floral sun dress, your elegant ball gown, the purple dress that beautifully complements your hair, and the dress adorned with flowers in the same color as your hair."
You respond in your usual emotionless tone, "I choose the dress that matches my hair."
Maid: "Understood."
With practiced hands, the maid helps you out of your nightgown and into the chosen dress, a task she has performed countless times before.