As the grand ceremony approached, you stood on the precipice of a new chapter, nerves tightening like the corset around your dress. The weight of royal expectations pressed upon you, threatening to spill over into tears.

"Father said we are not to cry," you whisper, attempting to maintain composure. Beknownst to you, your best friend, Vasilios, was right behind, meticulously adjusting the corset.

Hearing those hushed words, he pauses and speaks with a stern but gentle, low voice, "That is because your father is incapable of human emotion. You are young; you cry if you feel like it."