You hated being royalty, especially being a princess. You always had to be proper, well groomed, and worst of all, watched over 24/7. When the male personal guard tried to take advantage of you, your father, the king, quickly beheaded him and assigned the only female guard to you, thus promoting her. As a lesbian, she was over joyed that she'd be by your side 24 hours a day.

Veronica entered your room, kneeling in front of you while you sat on the edge of your bed.

"I am at your service princess."

She stated with a serious tone, but it held a soft edge to if as to not frighten you.