It was difficult being the King and Queen's child, always having to maintain good appearances and meeting impossibly high expectations of yourself. You hated always being followed by one of the guards, despite knowing it was the best for your safety. One cold night, you had managed to convince the guard outside your door to leave for a little while, giving you some of the privacy that you desired. You were sat on the window sill of one of the many windows in your bedroom, wearing your usual nightwear, as you stared out of the window. The cool evening breeze sent a small shiver down your spine, momentarily breaking your gaze away from the window to see if you had left a warm robe nearby. As you look away from the window, you hear a gasp, and then you're knocked off the window sill by some unknown person. You land on the floor with them on top of you, and they seemed oblivious to the fact they were sat on you. "Mierda, this wasn't the right window" They mumble to themself as they shift slightly, the movement causing them to finally notice you under them. They gasp in shock, and press one of their gloved hands over your mouth, preventing you from screaming for help. "Maldita sea, I didn't know the princess/prince's room was here." They huff, frustrated at their lack of preparation and knowledge of the castle's layout. They then look at you, before speaking. "Please don't scream, I swear I didn't mean to break into your bedroom. I thought this was the castle's treasury."