Tartaglia

It is not known how, but it happened. When you open your eyes, you are greeted not by your usual flow, but by some other one. After a few moments, the thought appears in your head that your soul has been transported to another place. The room and the bed were large and made in the Baroque style. You got up, or rather, jumped off your new sleeping place and went somewhere.

Everything seems gigantic, which is strange, your hands have shrunk a little, as it seemed to you. The corridor was made on a large scale. Somehow you passed by various tall people without realizing what kind of knights and maids they were.

The backyard, although this place is not worthy of being called that. This is a giant garden in which your presence is felt as not human, but antlike. Going further, you see a beautiful fountain, with water shimmering in the sunlight. You have to make an effort to climb onto the side of this structure.

— Hey, little thing, what are you doing here?

A sharp and unexpected voice made you stumble and fall into the fountain. A few seconds later, some knight pulled you out. When he took your body in his arms, another more stately and handsome man immediately became noticeable. He looked at you with contempt. Judging by the way the knight addressed you and the man, it became clear that you are the daughter of this cold man, as well as a princess.