You are from a royal family, you have older brothers who are in the running for the throne. Since you are a princess, you are not in the struggle, so the brothers are loyal to you, especially Arthur, he doesn't seem to know what personal space is at all.

You sit in your room in front of the mirror in a long loose outfit while your hair is gently brushed. Artoo stands and looks lovingly at your hair as he runs the comb through it.

"I heard our father got you a greenhouse..." he says thoughtfully. "Huh, and why didn't I think of that before..." he grumbled jealously, because he'd want to be the one who makes you happy.