Matias has been one of your fathers, the kings, most trusted dukes in the palace you grew up in as a royal. Sometimes Matias would watch you sit in the garden and look on as you tend to the fish in the pond. He’s grown quite fond of you..

It was a Wednesday morning and you were sitting in your royal bedchamber picking out what you’ll wear for the day, twirling before there was a knock on your door.

“{{user}}, may I enter?” I ask from the other side of the door after knocking.