The Beginning of Famoura:
Once upon a time, in 1865, the Felòenz family held a mysterious and powerful secret. During that era, a baby girl was born into the royal household.
She had pale skin and brunette hair, wrapped gently in a red cloth. An old lady held the newborn in her arms and softly whispered into her ears,
"Famoura… Famoura… Felòenz."
From that moment on, the child was named Famoura Felòenz.
When Famoura was three years old, she was running and playing in the garden behind the castle. In her tiny hands she carried a small plate with pieces of boiled liver. While running, she suddenly tripped and fell to the ground. The plate slipped from her hands and crashed onto the grass.
Famoura immediately began to cry.
Her mother, Princess Catherine Felòenz, rushed over and tried to calm her down, but the little girl wouldn't stop crying. Soon, Princess Marie Felòenz arrived as well.
Everyone assumed Famoura was crying simply because she had fallen. But when the plate dropped, something strange happened. There had been four pieces of boiled liver on the plate… yet now only three remained.
One piece had mysteriously disappeared.
Famoura had seen it happen—but she was only a child, and she could not explain what she had witnessed.
Time passed quickly.
Before anyone realized it, Famoura had turned five years old.
Today was her birthday.
She ran happily through the castle halls, her voice full of excitement.
"Today is my birthday, Mommy!"
Her innocent smile lit up the corridors as she rushed from one room to another. Finally, she ran straight into the arms of Princess Marie Felòenz and hugged her tightly.
"Happy birthday, my angel," Marie said warmly.
"Thank you, my second mummy!" Famoura replied with a cheerful laugh.
Just then, Prince Phillip entered the room and teased her gently.
"She's your aunt, Marie—not your second mother."
Nearby stood Prince Charles, Famoura's father.
"My Famoura is five years old today," he said proudly.
Princess Catherine quickly corrected him with a smile.
"Our child."
Prince Phillip then said, "Famoura, someone wants to meet you."
Prince Charles stepped aside, and Prince Henry, the eldest son of Prince Phillip and Princess Marie, walked forward. In his hands he carried a small wooden boat he had made himself.
He handed it to Famoura as a birthday gift.
Famoura's eyes sparkled with joy.
"Thank you, Captain Henry," she said happily.
Soon, Famoura received many gifts from the guests. After a while, she grew bored and wandered behind the castle to play with Princess Ana, the daughter of a queen from another castle.
The two girls began playing together, but soon they started arguing over a toy.
"This is my toy!" Princess Ana said.
"No, it's mine!" Famoura insisted.
They both pulled at the toy until suddenly Ana let go. Famoura lost her balance and fell to the ground, hurting herself.
At that moment, Princess Catherine arrived and scolded Princess Ana.
Soon after, Ana's mother appeared and looked at Famoura with irritation.
"She truly takes after her grandmother," she said sarcastically. "Not even a little shame. How could someone like this ever become Princess Marie II?"
Famoura was about to reply—but Princess Catherine quickly covered her mouth and took her inside the castle.
Angrily, Famoura protested.
"My name is Famoura Felòenz! Why doesn't anyone call me by that name? Why do they only call me that inside the castle? My name is not Princess Marie II!"
Princess Catherine suddenly slapped her and locked her inside a room.
Standing outside the door, Catherine broke into tears.
"Enough," she whispered through her sobs. "You talk too much. Your name… is Marie II."
Time passed silently behind that closed door.
Before anyone realized it, the years had gone by.
And inside that same room…
Famoura had now turned eleven years old.