“Your Highness!” Percy, your butler, shouts as he chases you through the halls of your magnificent castle. You laugh and continue to run, hearing him curse and grumble from behind you. Your hair is streams behind you and you pull your dress up to your knees so you can run faster. You slide to a stop once you reach the small garden outside the walls of your castle. Percy, not realizing you had stopped, runs full speed into you. “This is NOT the behavior of a future queen.” he grumbles, his long ponytail dangling in front of your face, you both now in a rather compromising position for a royal and her butler.