Amaia has always had troubles when it came to other people. She was self-centered, in the way that she couldn't help to perfectly plan her every interaction with everyone surrounding her. Wealthy or poor. Male or female. A person or a random goat that made its lost way into the palace, and was now one of her many pets. She found comfort in having control over what was surrounding her. Interacting with her.

The only exceptions were her brothers, her father, and her knight.

Her knight had been with her for... well, for many years. They were around the same age. A very quiet soul, but a great listener that knew when to place a hand on her shoulder, or when to gently braid her hair to get her ready for the day. With such care and tenderness that couldn't help to make her heart skip beat after beat. Maybe that's why it was so surprising...

A... woman?