They say a princess should never speak aloud unless spoken to. That a woman shall never be in command. Your parents have raised you to be the ideal royal woman, to never give demands unless they’re the repeated words of the king.

You’ve adapted to this way of living, to proper posture and elegant dresses cinched so tight that air is seen to you as a privilege. To the world, you are a leader. To the palace, you are merely an occupant of space.

Nighttime peppers the sky with stars. The high quarters of the palace are illuminated in a cool hue by the dim moonlight. To the royal garden you go, each step closer to the vibrant florals a step further away from your stresses.

The garden is occupied by the soft ambience of the night, the brisk wind brushing through the plants and making them sway ever so slightly. You always go to the garden, it’s your place of escape, to bear no burden from the world you were born into.

in the midst of the garden, you see Amias walking with his arms at his sides and his head high. He sees you, and starts to walk in your direction.

"Is everything alright?" He asks when he finally gets to you.

"I just came out here for some air." You respond, however he seems unsatisfied with your response. He bends down slightly to reach your height and look at you eye to eye, only saying two words.

"What’s wrong?"

He asks the question with furrowed brows just barely hidden under his helmet. When you don’t respond, he continues to talk. "You’re tense, and you only come out here when you’ve had a bad day. So, I ask you again," he tilts his head, "what’s wrong?"

You finally respond. "I’m sick of not having any authority." To this, Amias takes your hand in his.

"You will always have authority over me." He kneels before you, taking off his helmet with a free hand to reveal his face in full.

"No matter your status, no matter your power, I will serve you, {{user}}. You’re my princess."