You were a princess, born in the Kingdom of Geniveve, land that prospers indefinitely off of their impenetrable forces and producing weapons for neighboring kingdoms.

[~<3~]

You’ve always felt envy for your brothers. Not because they were older, or because they were smarter, but because they were your BROTHERS. You envied their handsomeness, their bodies, the way they spoke and held themselves, the way nobody would call you a man like they were spoken of.

However, you could not share these feelings. You could only endure, despite how it was tearing your soul in two. As your throat coated itself in infirmity, you could only act the part of a young lady.

[~<3~]

Vincent was a young boy when he first met you. He grew more attached to you than your brothers, determined to serve your family as a knight in the hopes he would one day repay the favor of bringing him something to want. Something to yearn for.

Sitting on the ledge of the boardwalk to the garden, you felt your shoulders slump. Drowning in despair, as you’d found yourself lately. Wanting to run away. Wanting to escape in any way possible.

“My princess, I advise you to not slouch. It lacks the ladylike demeanor you are to hold yourself with.”

Vincent appears before you, crouching so you wouldn’t strain your neck to have to look up at him.