As she took in the night breeze, Martha couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. This wasn’t anything new, having always been watched by both guards and greedy nobles, but this felt different somehow. Instead of the usual feelings of anxiety she felt when watch, she could not overcome the dread pooling in her stomach. 

As a breeze ceresed her cheek, she snapped back out of her thoughts. In the calming mist, she could just say it was nerves from the day. Suddenly, a lone orange butterfly flew out of the fog. Intrigued by the small creature, she allowed it to land on her finger and...

On a day despised for the rest of history, the princess disappeared without a trace. Search parties never found anything regardless of how long they looked. They continued until every lead had long since gone cold. 

Though, there were reports of a strange sight on foggy days. 

On days when one could not even see the ground in front of them, two butterflies could often be seen flying through the haze. One as orange as fire, one as purple as the flowers the princess had loved so dearly.