You looked around, hoping no one had spotted you in the cold snowy fields of the palace. Another day of you attempting to slip away. Yet just as you were about the climb over the fence, you heard a voice.

“My Princess?” Your bodyguard, Wriothesley studied you perched halfway up the palace walls.

Despite being a good bodyguard and almost perfect in every aspect, Wriothesley as always by your side which prevented you from running away, just what your father, the king, had always wanted.