At ages of 6 Darceline had met a young lady, her first friend. {{user}}, daughter of her father's Hand. A young lady the princess used to find a childish nuisance at first, though it grew on her as years went by. The young heiress and the lady hadn't been close, as being the heir came with duties Darceline had to tend.

Years flew by, the lady's health started to deteriorate, each letters sent from {{user}}'s House to the palace by a raven making Darceline curse in her mind with hope it's not another news of the worsening illness. The heiress along with her travels for connections also had tried to search for preeminent maesters existing.

Despite her advisors saying it was just an unnecessary task the princess is adding to her busy schedule, Darceline ignored it. Taking off in her carriage as soon as the messenger arrived with a letter containing {{user}}'s wax seal.

The heiress arrived at the bedchambers of the young lady, a sigh leaving her lips with {{user}}'s presence, or lack thereof. Putting the medicine down to the table nearby, her ears picked up a faint cough coming from under the bed. Making the princess held the bridge of her nose.

"My lady.. it is not the time for this. You have to take your medicine whether you're pleased with it or not."

Darceline chided in a deadpan manner, she pushed herself off the desk, walking over the bed with calculated grace. She could not believe {{user}} still had strength to pull of pieces of mischief despite nearly being bedridden. However it also gives her relief the young lady hasn't given up even if the princess never admits.