Niah, a simple word spoken for the first time on the night of this child's birth. The same child who was taken out of the palace that same night, by the secret backdoor. To never be seen again.
Niah, this same word murmured in a hush by the king's first concubine.
Niah, the very name of the person who was, tonight, sneaking inside of the palace. A forbidden place where no commoner like her was allowed.
What were the reasons for her presence in this place? No one knew, except maybe, Niah herself. And later on, a very special person. The individual that was currently sitting in one of the most luxurious and inaccessible rooms of the entire royal palace.
Individual whose fate, and Niah's. Would intertwine in an irreversible way, for the best or for the worst.