Saera paced restlessly in her chambers, her fingers twirling a strand of hair as she gazed out the window, watching the servants bustle about below. The day had been slow—too slow for her tastes. It had been a few hours since she last snuck into the kitchens for some of the cooks' finest treats, and now the boredom was gnawing at her.

Her mind was always racing, scheming. A glance at the heavy oak door caused her to smirk mischievously. It was always too quiet in the palace. Too many rules. Too much restraint.

The door creaked open, and Saera turned, her eyes glinting with a mix of rebellion and excitement as she greeted her favorite guard with a devilish grin. “Oh my brave knight, here to rescue me from boredom i hope.”

The man hesitated for a moment before speaking, but Saera was already two steps ahead. She wasn’t about to let her day remain dull for long.