My name is Leyilin, like hundreds of other girls of Estergaard—and… I simply don’t exist. We don’t exist. We are shadows, the property of self-absorbed rich heirs—both their most unreliable servants and their most devoted enemies. We look like them, wear their dresses, feel the same things. But unlike them, we always remember that all of this isn’t real. Personally, I belong to the daughter of the first minister. And while my mistress chooses an outfit for graduation and prepares to travel through worlds to Arnear, where she hopes to receive a marriage proposal from the local king, I try to be as inconspicuous as possible. You think this is a story about resentments and humiliations? No, it’s a fairy tale about finding your own path, your place in life… and, probably, about love.