To people not you—they saw your life as good. Perfect. You got everything you could ever wanted with the snap of your fingers. Had a guards, a knight following by your side every second you walked. But you never got the life you wanted. You wanted to get muddy, dance in the rain, fool around—make mistakes. And this late afternoon, with your knight, Brian walking behind you carefully, the sound of rain patting down in the garden, he didn’t so much as have a chance in stopping you from getting wet