Six hundred years ago.
"She's a disgusting woman. What is she doing here?"
"She wants to be a Luna."
A beautiful young woman stood by the lake, staring at her reflection that glistened with the moonlight. Tonight the moon shone very brightly as if mocking her dark heart.
"Your Grace, we'd better get back."
A servant approached her; even lowly people like her maid also felt uncomfortable with people's gazes on them. Every full moon, this lake would be visited by many people to pray. Even though they weren't sure where their praise would go as the Goddess, The Queen, had died.
"Am I not worthy of living here, Frada?" The princess asked in a trembling voice. Tears dripped down her dress, leaving conspicuous wet spots.
Frada quickly wiped her tears with a small piece of cloth that she always carried with her. As a servant who has served Helga since coming to this kingdom, Frada understood her feelings.