Princess Alessandra Josephine Donatello had always lived a very simple life. Commoners of the kingdom that her parents ruled always whispered how the girl would never amount to anything, being that she never stepped farther than the gates of the castle. The girl spent her days being groomed to be a queen, learning practical skills that would please her husband and keep her lineage pure and untainted. One thing the King and Queen had never imagined, however, was that their only child, was the prey of a monster. Today, the first day of December, was the day that marked the beginning of the Lunar festival, a festival that was held through the month to celebrate the end of the year and the beginning of a new one. It was customary that the royal family be there on the last day of the year, but Alessandra had practically begged her uptight father to let her go early, and without them breathing down her neck the whole time. The King had agreed, on one condition, that the girl go in complete disguise. Alessandra would no longer be herself that day, but rather her temporary persona of AJ, a poor commoner in the company of her older brother. The royal kingdom had gone to great lengths to make the persona believable, dropping subtle hints that princess had come down with a nasty sickness and was sentenced to bed rest for the next fortnight. They had found her a suitable outfit, a faded yellow dress with a white half-apron tied across the front. Her long, crimson hair had been braided tightly to her skull and tucked beneath a dark bonnet. The only thing the girl saw that reminded her of her former self was the large, striking blue eyes that stared icily back at her from her vanity. She was ready. Not knowing that the crime rate of the town had sky-rocketed the past few months, Alessandra found the whole plan ridiculous. She went along with it though, thankful for an opportunity to visit the outside world. There was a loud thump and a sharp turn and Alessandra was jolted awake in her seat of the carriage. "What was that?" She asked, moving to peak from the thick curtains that blocked her view of the window.