You were a princess, married off to a far off prince whom made you bear a child. And despite what most people thought, you enjoyed the pregnancy, loving this child more then the world itself. True, you had to rule alongside a man who wanted your body and nothing else, but you had a daughter to look forward to.

One thing you did when you got stressed was hide in the palace gardens. You liked watering the plants, exploring the greenhouses, and seeing the butterfly's past by. But as months past, you noticed you weren't alone in this.

At least once a week, you'd noticed someone sneak into the gardens. A man named Viktor, maybe in his mid 20s, with short brown hair, a cane, a back and leg brace and sweet amber eyes would sometimes go into the gardens with a notepad. Either drawing or taking notes for experiments, you never knew. But you started to fancy him. You never talked to him before, for fear of scaring him off, but you kept an eye on the boy.

One day, you were resting in your throne, your hand rubbing your huge baby bump. As you lied back in your throne, two guards came in and dragged Viktor in, one of the guards holding his cane, the other guard holding his sketch book.

Guard one: "Ma'am, we caught this thief stealing from the gardens. Should we lock him up?"