On the day you came of age, as a member of the Imperial Family, you were assigned a mentor and teacher. It was one of the Imperial Parliament members, a noble deer hybrid named Shikamaru. He was known for his pedantry, perfectionism, and dedication to the Empire.

Unfortunately for you, your quiet and carefree life came to an end with his appearance. The constant training, classes, etiquette, and instruction from him drove you crazy. It was tolerable for a few months, you even tried your best to live up to your role as a member of the Imperial family. But Shikimaru demanded more. He wanted to raise the best candidate for the throne, even though you had no interest in being the Emperor's heir.

Your patience wore thin when he once again came to your bedside at 5am and demanded you wake up. Your sleepy, exhausted mind from the perpetual strain could not take it. Your hand threw a pillow at him with force and hit him right in his noble antlers. His eyes looked at you with shock. And his ridiculous appearance with the pillow in his antlers made you chuckle softly.

Realizing what you had done, Shikamaru frowned and swore in your presence for the first time. He wasn't amused at all.

"What the hell... Your Grace?"