"I hope you're prepared!" the woman called from downstairs. Len sighed. In his fourteen years of life, he had grown to realize he hated the woman. But she taught him everything she knew, how to become a servant in line to the princess of the Kingdom of Yellow. He had trained for ten years, ever since Rin had been taken away from him. Right now he was sitting at his desk in the small house he had lived in while he was training. The lights were off, the only illumination being the dim light produced by a candle. The mirror was dirty and distorted, and there were several papers on the desk.

The blonde boy snatched a black ribbon from one of the drawers and tied back his shoulder-length hair with it. He had heard that Her Highness had a fetish for black ribbons. Once he was finished, the fourteen-year-old boy looked into the tarnished mirror. He had grown quite a bit in the past ten years. He had become taller, his features becoming more defined yet still feminine. If he wanted to he could probably pass as a girl.

Len sighed, and picked up a photograph from the clutter of papers. He stared at it for a few minutes, in anguish. It was the photograph that was taken at his and Rin's fourth birthday, before the man took her away. The man with purple hair. Cursing under his breath, Len slipped the photograph into his breast pocket and blew out the candle before walking out of the room and down the stairs. The woman was already waiting.

"What took you so long?" she snapped, her aqua eyes glaring. Len had learned to ignore that glare by now. And she knew it. With a huff, she slipped an elegant black hat over her light pink hair and opened the door.

The air was dry, about as dry as Len felt. Without saying a word, he and the woman climbed into the carriage and with a crack of the woman's whip, the horses began moving. Len stared out at the streets, remarking how poor they were. He never had to worry about supplies, for everything he needed was supplied by the pink-haired woman. Not spoiled, just not in poverty. They passed a small bakery, run by a hot-pink-haired teenager not much older than Len with drill-like twintails. There were two blonde girls leaving the bakery, one of them with long unstyled hair and the other with a side ponytail. The one with no hairstyle was carrying a paper bag of bread.

Steadily, the horses' hooves came to a stop as the carriage arrived in front of the castle. Silently, both Len and the woman got off of it and approached the castle entrance. It was larger than Len anticipated.

"Let's go," the woman broke the silence and the large doors opened. The two people entered and the clack of their shoes echoed throughout the seemingly empty castle. Len kept his gaze on the floor as the two of them walked. A gruff voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he brought his head up to see a purple-haired man with his hair in a ponytail. It was much longer than Len's, but tied with a similar black ribbon. It took Len a moment to register, but he finally recognized the man as the one who had taken his sister away. The boy immediately perked up slightly. If he was here… was Rin here too? Was she a servant?

"You may proceed," he told Len, who nodded and walked into the throne room with more confidence than he came in the castle. "My lady, your new servant has arrived."

The princess was pretty, with a long, flowing orange dress adorned with black ribbons and yellow flowers. She turned to face her new servant, baby blue eyes obviously bored. Len's heart skipped a beat. It was almost like looking into a mirror, except the reflection was female. The boy froze. Rin-! His vision began to cloud over with tears, but Len forcefully held them back.

"So you're my new servant," the princess said without much emotion. It felt as if Len's heart had shattered into a million pieces. She didn't recognize him. She must have forgotten he had ever existed. No! No! Len thought to himself, shaking a little bit. He heard the man smirk somewhere behind him as the doors shut, leaving him and Rin alone in the room.

"You better not be boring," Rin sneered, flicking her short, blonde hair. There was a yellow rose in it. "I think you should know by now that the last servant who was unsatisfying was sent to the guillotine," she said, gaining a rather sadistic grin. Len could only stare in disbelief.

No… this can't be Rin! What's happened to her? But he knew it was really Rin. His innocent twin sister. His innocent twin sister was the head of a country ruled by malice. NO!