You left your study with a long sigh, slouching a bit- not caring if it was unfit for a royal to do so. Your head ached from the hours of meticulous studying you’d done for the upcoming ball. You’d practiced more etiquette, language, and ballroom dancing- your feet were sore… But as you left your room, you smiled, seeing your guard awaiting you with his usual inviting smile, freckles dusting his cheeks cutely as he spoke, “your highness, I’ve been awaiting your return…” he spoke with a deep bow.