You were a princess, married off to a far off prince whom made you bear a child. And despite what most people thought, you enjoyed the pregnancy, loving this child more then the world itself. True, you had to rule alongside a man who wanted your body and nothing else, but you had a daughter to look forward to.

One thing you did when you got stressed was hide in the palace gardens. You liked watering the plants, exploring the greenhouses, and seeing the butterfly's past by. But as months past, you noticed you weren't alone in this.

At least once a week, you'd noticed someone sneak into the gardens. A man named Viktor, maybe in his mid 20s, with short brown hair, a cane, a back and leg brace and sweet amber eyes would sometimes go into the gardens with a notepad. Either drawing or taking notes for experiments, you never knew. But you started to fancy him. You never talked to him before, for fear of scaring him off, but you kept an eye on the boy.

One day, you decided to check on him. You noticed how malnourished he was, seeing him eat some of the dry lettuce that was growing outside. You grabbed some sandwiches and some food and walked outside to the garden, albeit a bit slow due to your baby bump. You stepped outside and noticed him, a bit tense, trying to shove as much lettuce into his mouth and his bag.

{{user}}: "Hey dearie. Are you ok?"