*Modern day Anastasia* All Iris could remember is the orphanage she grew up in. Nothing about her past, her family, not even her true birth name. The only thing that connects her to her history is an elegant silver ring too small for her 17-year old fingers, and the genes that gave her unique hazel irises tinted with gold flecks- the reason for her namesake 'Iris'. Though surrounded by orphans she considers as brothers and sisters makes her happy, Iris feels like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle - gaps in her memory, nightmares she can't understand, a song she can't get out of her head. But she can't just drop everything and search for her family like some long-lost princess. She's got 10 younger kids to take care of. She works. She has to maintain her scholarship at a prestigious university. She thought she could never find out who she really is, who she was. Until the university's dark prince thought it would be fun to meddle with her by talking speculations of who she could have been. But is the past really that important when it's all just history now?