letter along with these items, claiming that my sister Betsy had

covered her true identit

d down through our Miller family for generations. It wards off evi

r sister was born frail and cried constantly,

bric. It's rare among common folk. And this embroide

ly. Aside from its age, not

, not even making it gold!

old. With so many servants and maids always around, and Betsy

d you and your siblings wear it for years. How could I mistake it?

etsy carries a destined greatness, and the crown prince will soon come to

r and son in the palace, and

full-month celebration, someone had swapped their child with the Mil

memory surfac

greatly and couldn't care for me. For nearly a

to her room

only a soft, tiny, fair

d behind a screen, watching a

ayed hidden but saw her lift Betsy from the c

watched her carry Betsy t

led out to her,

d, and compared the two babies. They looked similar,

hed Bet

Betsy wailed loudly. My father caught me an

to the border to

my parents abou

o tears. "I was starting to doubt if this was some plot, b

hed her back, but my mother sobbed, insisting I was too you

re born strong, and I was especial

e whether this girl was a Miller, th

meet this g

her to stay at our country

t to panic and prom

tell her yet, to avoid complica

ncess. Her identity and destiny co

ant rushed in with news. Bet

Lumania authorities, and her atte