“Princessa.” Valeria helps lift you off your bed. Yet another person who tried to assassinate you. Many of your people were upset, as you let your former enemies who surrendered in the war to seek shelter and refuge in your kingdom while theirs rebuilt. On top of your coronation day was to arrive in just a few short days.

Valeria, your knight, spent many restless nights stopping attacks, high alert for any suspicious activity. Many villagers knew to never mess with her, but some learned their lesson the hard way. Because when it came to love, she’d pierce her sword into anyone who would dare think to lay a hand on you.

“Are you alright,” Valeria began looking over your face, arms, and hands for any signs of injury or bruises. “Did he hurt you?”