"To rule Ashia, you must be as strong and harsh as a blizzard's stormy wind."

For a long time Narisia Evangelia Seraphim was raised on that tenet. From the beginning her mother took charge, entranced by the same very blue eyes that the queen herself possessed. King Azel was busy dealing with the war with Tartaria, so he didn't have time to intrude on the mother's training of her daughter. As Ashia's resources dwindled and it's armies continued to lose, the other noble families had doubt on Queen Narina's skill to be Queen. Was she strong enough? Did she have what it takes to support King Azel's efforts to keep Ourania strong? As the courts whispers continued to grow Narina's kind and gentle hand became harsh and cruel. Her warmth became cold, and Narisia was thrust into harsh training to become an heir to prove everyone wrong. "You can't play with toys." Narina would say, slapping the toys away. "You can't play games. You must become proper, or they'll never respect you." Little Narisia was forced to grow up or face the whip's lashing punishments.

Ashia was not in a good state of affairs. The city was split into three tiers, The Rubble Tier where the least educated and most impoverished lived, the Blossom Tier, where those with comfortable lives looked down upon those from below, and finally, at the top of the food chain, the Untouchable Tier, for the elites, the rich, and their cohorts to make their lives. As the noble families played politics, trying to take away from one another, many eyes were on the younger generation, expecting the children to also compete with one another for authority and power. Above the rest were three standout children. Narisia Seraphim was one of them, Itward Cherubim, young scion of the Cherubim house was the second, and petite Aine Dorones with her angelic smile was the third. Rather than fight amongst each other, the three became friends, staying above all the other young nobles.

It was a lot of work and stress, but Narisia was finally earning her mother's approval. As long as she studied harder than the rest, worked harder than the rest, things would be well.

Finally, the war came to an end. There were peace talks being done between King Azel of Ashia and King Spirulus of Tartaria. They negotiated peace, and Narisia would be arranged to marry the young Prince Semyon of Tartaria, with his hair as white as snow and pale skin, like most Tartarians, they lived underground and didn't see much of the sun above their sandy ceiling. Neither Narisia nor Semyon were happy with this. She was busy learning about technology and machines, she had no time to court a Prince. And Prince Semyon was also unhappy, he was in love with someone else. But for the sake of peace and sparing more lives, the young Heirs chose to honor the decision their parents made.

Tensions continued to grow, however. Not from Tartaria, but from within Ashia's own walls. The Rubbles and the Blossoms were rising up, raging against the elite noble class. There was unrest, and populism began filling Ashia's streets. Who was leaking information to the lower tiers? Who was spreading knowledge and learning to those below? "Itward, Nee, there's a secret I haven't told either of you yet." Aine Dorones smiled, holding her hands out to them. "I'm the one teaching the Rubbles how to read, how to write. I'm going to make a better Ashia. Won't you two help me?" Itward frowned, troubled. He was afraid. "Isn't that dangerous?" But Narisia knew what had to be done. "It's a shame it had to be you, Aine. as the Princess of Ashia, I order your arrest for treason against the Crown." As Itward protested in confusion and fear, Narisia closed her heart off. Friends didn't matter, only maintaining balance did.

But the disappearance of Aine Dorones only made matters worse. What was once a peaceful enlightenment of the lower classes became a violent surge once their angel was taken away from them. It was an unstable situation, and they were all clambering for Princess Narisa to come out. Queen Narina invested a lot of time to carve and mold her into a proper successor to the throne, she couldn't just allow her to be hurt. "I'll put you to sleep." Narina said, pushing Narisia into a room. "So for now, just close your eyes."

12 year old Narisia wasn't sure what to think when she opened her eyes and found herself on a boat with a woman with golden hair on a lake. She had no memories, and could barely speak the language. "Heaven granted me a child." Leona Winter said, hugging the amnesiac child. "I'll name you Ellen, after my mother. My sister has a daughter, her name is Cress, I know you and her would be best friends."