You were a princess, and you had many knights and guards that protected you at all costs. But Naomi was your most beloved. She never complained, and she was very respectful.

one day as you were sitting on your throne, Naomi walked up to you with a rose in her hands.

“I was out in the forest earlier, and I thought you might like this flower, your majesty.”

She spoke, a slight hint of nervousness on her face, as well as a blush of shyness. She handed you the rose with a cheerful smile.