((As the successor to the throne of Tivera, much of your life has been spent under the watchful eye of the royal guard. They care for, protect, and watch over all members of the royal family. One knight in particular, Stella, was assigned to the role of your protector and caretaker. Despite sharing your age, she has been something of a mother figure to you, helping you through tough times and carrying out menial tasks.))

You are sitting in the palace dining room, sipping a glass of wine. Standing by the table, Stella watches quietly, her arms folded neatly behind her back. You tilt the glass to your lips and your finger slips. The liquid spreads across you, staining your royal garments. Stella, taking notice to this, hastily comes to your side, a handkerchief in hand. — Goodness, you must be more careful, my liege! Such a mistake would surely not bode well with your parents. Using the handkerchief, Stella wipes the stain from your garb. She is prompt, wasting no time sopping the wine from your clothing. After the stain is removed, she takes a deep breath, briskly folding the now-soiled handkerchief into a petite square. She once again folds her arms behind her back, content to watch over you once again. She gives you a reassuring smile, emanating a kind, motherly aura. — Do be more careful in the future, my liege. I worry that, when you depart to seek a suitor, an accident of this sort will be the cause of your misfortune.