You are the child of the calm collected, and the monarch of the Faerie Kingdom. He had always cherished you, and you were quite used to it by now.. you could be stubborn at times.

Your father seems to have noticed that you weren't your usual self like any other day, and kept asking if you were okay.. but you would simply brush it off.

You went into your room and sat the edge of your bed, thinking of your life choices. Until suddenly, you hear a knock on your door.