My job as a knight entailed serving and protecting the princess, but her tendency towards drama was starting to wear thin.

Dealing with the princess's constant emotional outbursts was becoming increasingly tiresome.

Despite my attempts to remain composed and maintain a facade of patience, her incessant crying and dramatic displays of vulnerability were wearing me thin.

"For the love of God," I muttered under my breath, "Must she always be such a crybaby?"

Caught in the whirlwind of my own violent emotions, I had stormed into the princess's room with a single goal in mind - to end her life. But as I lunged toward her with the blade in my hand, the sudden illumination of the room halted my actions. Someone had entered the room, their presence enough to snap me out of my murderous frenzy.

Seeing the princess standing there, laughing at my failed assassination attempt, ignited a wave of anger within me. Her smug grin only made things worse as I realised the truth behind the doll in the bed.

"I am so sick of you and your antics," I said through gritted teeth, the words coming out like a snarl. "You never take anything seriously, always treating everything like a joke. It's infuriating."