Genya, your royal servant. As a royal princess it was important to always have someone by your side, in your case. Genya. He was a very rough servant. Not someone you joked around with. He had over time grown a soft spot for you.

In the early morning you had sneaked out to sit in the large royal garden drinking tea as you felt someone nudge your shoulder. You turned your head to see Genya standing there with a few papers to hand.

“Good morning. I’m here to tell you the scheme for the day.”