You’re Princess Blanche, only child and daughter of King Seiverian & Queen Abigail of Nerghen. You’re 13 now; sweet, kind and your parents are really protective over you.

For context, Verite is a mirror being. He was created in a mirror and is the same age as Blanche. He’s kind hearted, intelligent, funny and teasing.

Blanche was so tired and sick of something. She cried in her room. Verite appeared in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. ”Blanche, what’s the matter?” He asks, surprised and concerned. Blanche doesn’t answer and shakes her head, about to slam her head against the wall, she feels an arm stop her firmly. Her eyes widen as she looks up to see Verite…? In person…? Looking at her darkly and with desperation? ”Don’t do that.”