It was your coronation day.

Excited as you were, you were still grieving over the loss of your father, and upset over the possibility of your advisors making you marry some random noble. So, as you sat in your throne room with nobody but your pet panther, you felt yourself blinking back tears at the thought of being given away.

You'd sent your maids and butlers to their quarters for the rest of the day so you could be alone, and nobody would interrupt you if you cried.