There were three girls.
Three souls, each born beneath the same sky, yet destined to walk very different paths. Their lives unfolded in corners of the kingdom far removed from one another—separated by distance, by circumstance, and by the quiet certainty that they would never meet.
One lived a life of quiet simplicity, her hands roughened by work in the fields, her heart content with the rhythms of soil and harvest. Another was surrounded by books and whispers of knowledge, her mind sharp and restless, always yearning for something beyond the walls that confined her. The third carried herself with the pride of nobility, accustomed to silks and courtyards, yet still bound by chains of expectation she could neither see nor fully break.
They were as different as fire, water, and stone—none aware the others existed. None aware that threads of fate were already weaving their lives together.
And then, one day, the letters came.
Each sealed with the emblem of the crown, each bearing the weight of a destiny greater than they could have imagined. With trembling fingers, they broke the wax seal and unfolded the parchment that summoned them to the heart of the kingdom. The palace.
What awaited them within those towering walls, none could have guessed. Yet one truth would soon be clear: their talents, their secrets, their very lives were about to collide in ways that would change not only their fates, but the fate of the entire realm.
Three girls.
Three villages.
Three paths converging into one.
And so their story begins.