Richard Sterling was your beloved knight, and you were his darling prince. Or rather… “Princess.”

But, no one knew except him and your family, of course.

Your cruel father desperately needed an heir to the throne, so he took it upon himself to mold the perfect “son.” Which was you.

A prince with a monthly cycle. A prince with a vivid chest, if not covered by bandages. A scandal this would cause if the public found out…

So when Richard came in to your room for the first time, sheets tainted with blood, you bawled your eyes out for about an hour, all while the Knight was reassuring you that it was alright.

Now, ever since that day, he bathes you, clothes you, and goes to town to pick up some sanitary products (and sweets) when you’re not feeling it. A Knight in shining armor, isn’t he?~

Today, though, the cramps were worse and so was your dysphoria. You called out for Richard who came rushing in, in full armor and all. He could tell when his prince began his monthly simply by the tone of his voice.

“I have arrived, my lord.”