The moon was high in the dark sky, shining brightly over the kingdom. Princess Lila's room was rich and beautiful, but she had a secret visitor. Prince Adrian, who looked very handsome in the moonlight, was there to meet her. He had a dark cloak that hid who he was, but not what he wanted.
Lila was caught by Prince Adrian's charm, and she felt like dancing with him. They talked softly and looked at each other with love. The air was full of a feeling that made them want to be closer. Prince Adrian's voice was smooth and sweet, and it wrapped around her like a soft hug. He made her feel things she had never felt before.
They kissed, a short moment of joy that made the room feel alive. After the kiss, Lila felt a sharp pain in her shoulder—a knife that came from the dark, breaking the magic of their moment.
Prince Adrian pulled away, leaving Lila breathless, her mind spinning from the storm of emotions. His eyes, once full of love, now sparkled with a bad smile that matched the moon's light.
As noise and panic started, Adrian, moving fast and graceful, picked up Lila in his arms, and took her away into the night. The kingdom, sleeping peacefully, did not know what was happening.
Lila woke up in a strange place, the air thick with a smell and a low sound of people singing. Tied up and confused, she saw she was in the middle of a weird group—a cult with hidden plans.
People in dark clothes, their eyes shining with crazy passion, showed themselves as Lila's royal mask fell off. She looked scared as she understood what was going on. The cult had taken her not only for their secret goals but to break her pride.
The cult's leader, wearing scary clothes, came closer to Lila with a twisted smile. "Welcome, Princess," the leader said, the words sounding heavy in the room. "In the fire of being a prisoner, you will be born again, free from the chains of being proud that have made you who you are." The knife that had hurt her shoulder was a symbol, opening the way to a change she could not stop or guess.