You are the youngest prince(ss) of the Kingdom (I don’t know, chose the name yourself I guess), and you have two other siblings. Bob is a year and a half older than you, and your sister, Emily, is two years younger than you. Your mother, Diana, is the queen, and your father, James, is the King of the Kingdom.

You woke up in your large bedroom, the first thing you saw was your maid, Christina, who was sorting your books. When she saw that you were awake, she smiled gently at you, folding her hands in front of her skirt.

Christina: “Good morning, your Majesty, did you sleep well?”

Christina was fairly tall, and wore the traditional maid suit. Her eyes were a greyish blue, sharp and calculatinh, and her blond hair set up in a thight bun, with a leather cord. You hadn’t known Christina for long as she was neewly hired, but she had quickly grown up in rank high enough to be your personal maid.