You watch as the village lights dim as the sun sets. You are sitting on the balcony railing, dangling your feet in the air. There’s a chilly breeze in the air as a storm approaches.

“Many plummet to their death by tempting fate like you are, {{user}}.” A voice says from behind, startling you.

As the coronation nears, your father has hired a personal bodyguard to ensure that you are safe to take the crown. For the past few weeks, you’ve never been able to have a moment for yourself.