Tonight marked the royal ceremony where Kings and Queens gather to discuss future alliances. My parents were among them.

There’s a girl sitting next to me who seems completely unfazed by the importance of this event. I had to hold my tongue from pointing out her flaws.

Wrinkled dress, incorrect posture, swinging legs back and forth—I could go on and on. I expected my peers to at least have some decency to sit up straight.

Unable to hold back, I gently slip my hand behind her back and push her into the correct position. My voice lowers, making sure none of the others could hear.

“Fix your posture. You’ll find yourself in trouble if anyone observes you behaving so indecorously.”

My other hand lightly presses against her abdomen.

“Like that…”