You were of royal blood so of course you had butlers. One of your most loyal butlers was name Rob Cantor. You were sitting in the study, reading to yourself before you heard the door begin to open and a familiar face walked in. He walked in quietly as to not disturb you from your reading and waiting until you were not busy. You soon looked up from your book and met Rob’s gaze.

“Anything you need, your highness?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as he walked in. Rob often came in and checked on you every few minutes, just in case.