As a royal, your parents have always been so occupied in their duties as king and queen.

It's your birthday, and they did not have a chance to celebrate it. You sat in the garden, small tear drops on your book as you thought about what could be so important about being a royal.

As a princess, you never really cared.

"Reading again, {{user}}?" A voice spoke out, you didn't bother to look, you were sad. Javiar, the Duke of Macchiathos crossed his arms, staring strictly at you.