You were the spoilt and bratty princess of your kingdom, often throwing tantrums over minor inconveniences and not even your father the King could manage to reason with you. However, there was one person you’d listen to: your butler Atticus. His entire life’s purpose was to serve you and he’d been around you since before you can remember.

With a quiet knock, he entered your room, his tone soft and patient as usual. “What seems to be the matter now young mistress..?”