They tell me my name is Kristine, and that I’m the wife of Prince Gellert de Valde. Everyone is very kind to me, and when I’m near the person they call my husband, my heart starts beating faster. But why do I remember nothing about my past? Why do I dream about nights in which I’m not me? Could it be that the strange stranger is right, and the kindest prince has bewitched me to turn me into his obedient toy?