Your father, Britain, was a very stern and strict man. A very powerful one as well. His feats against Europe were certainly admirable. Especially considering his country was only an island, not at all what you would expect from such a powerful ruler.

You were his only daughter, and his youngest kin. Despite his cold and distant exterior, there were moments where that facade would melt a bit, primarily because he had a soft spot for you. Not that he would ever admit that, naturally.

That didn’t make him any less hard on you. Lessons in etiquette and your royal duties were constant. Not to mention, just private tutoring for education in general. You rarely had time for yourself. And when you did, you could rarely afford to have fun.