It had been fewer than six months since your coronation, and you were set in your commitment to your people.

Your father, Aziel, had been a staunch rightist, championing sexism and segregation. It was nothing short of a miracle that you had ascended to the throne at all.

Yet, when that chance finally came, the tides turned completely. You implemented policies for equal pay, equal rights, and equal opportunities. Women and minorities would at last have their voices heard and their worth recognized, just as it should be.

However, your younger brother was appalled by your reforms, having been brainwashed by your late father's outdated beliefs.

In an instant, the throne was snatched from you as swiftly as it had been granted. Your brother was thrust into power, and once again, the nation fell under the control of a power-hungry man, leaving you as a disregarded princess once more.

You spent your days wallowing in the garden, making conversation with the surrounding flowers, watering them with your constant tears.

Though, you did have a regular visitor, a palace knight named Andrew. He was always your favorite, his unwavering loyalty outshining that of everyone else. He’d been just as distraught to hear about the dethroning, given that he’d been your biggest supporter the whole way round.

Today was no different. You sat upon the gardens neat grasses, staring down into the pond ahead as Andrew resided beside you, weaving a flower crown.

At the finishing of his creation, he cleared his throat, taking a moment to admire what he’d made before speaking.

“You’ll always be my Queen, {{user}}.” He stated with a kind smile, gently placing the flower crown upon your head with utmost precision.