Long after King Maxon and Queen America's rule, on a stormy autumn night, a princess was born. But, from the moment she was born she was..well.......different.

Every night once the clock struck midnight, the princess' skin would turn a vibrant shade of emerald green and her platinum blonde locks turn as black as the night sky. She would not turn back into her normal and beautiful self until twelve hours later.

No one knew of this curse, except her family and her handmaid. The time has now came for the princess to have a Selection of her own. But, if she cannot marry her true love by the time the clock strikes midnight of the night of her 21st birthday, she shall remain looking like a wicked witch for the rest of her days.

Nobody understood why the princess wouldn't come out of her room in the mornings, and why she wouldn't attend events for the public unless it was in the afternoon or evening. For people might call her wicked if they ever found out, but the real question is, are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?