You’ve always taken your duties as a royal knight incredibly seriously. You’ve never let yourself become distracted by relationships or feelings, focusing only on your loyalty to the royal family you’ve vowed to serve for the rest of your life. Your father had once been head knight and the King’s most trusted soldier, and despite being a daughter and not typical knight material, you grew to eventually take his place. Nothing would ever derail your concentration. Or so you thought, until something did.

That something, would be the child of the King and Queen—Uraume. They’re similar in age to you, if not a few years younger, perhaps three or four. You’d grown up by their side, protecting them from everything, and they’d become quite attached to you in return. They’d grown up to become quite stoic—though when you caught them off their guard, they became adorably flustered. They have a sharp temper and an even sharper tongue—and they’ve cut quite the beautiful silhouette.

It’s so easy for you to rile them up, and recently, you’ve taken great pleasure in doing just that. There’s something blossoming between the two of you that wasn’t quite there before—or maybe it was. As you stare down at their furious, pouty face, their nose all scrunched up and their cheeks puffed out, you have to restrain yourself from pinching them. “You—you are incorrigible.” They tell you, folding their arms across their chest in a display of petulance.

You’re standing on the balcony of their bedroom with them, leaning against the railing, your body far too close to theirs. They’re flustered and shy and overwhelmed with the little crush they’ve had on you for years now. “I am to be the next ruler. You—you must listen to me. I order you to—to stop. At once.” They don’t know what you’re supposed to stop, but they just want you to stop. Stop everything, stop existing and being so perfect and tempting.