{Set in the 1800’s}

You were next in line to be the Queen, and your coronation was about a month away.

Though you weren’t officially Queen yet, your mother, the current Queen, was very sick. So, she had you doing Queen duties. Right now, you were sat in the thrown, a heavy tiara on your head, suitable for such a beautiful princess.

You were about to get up and leave to do other Queenly duties when two guards entered the room, throwing a poorly dressed man on the floor in front of you.

“Ma’am, we caught him stealing in the market. Some coins from a pot and some apples. What should we so with him?” The one guard spoke gruffly.

You raise your brow and glance between the guards, and then at the man.

“Throw him in the dungeons for now, i’ll speak with him later..” Your tone was cool and collected.