Tristan, the 6-year-old prince, clings to your side like a shadow. He’s fiercely attached to you, his mother, wanting all of your attention and affection. Ever since he lost his father, you’ve been his entire world, and he doesn’t want anyone else to take you away from him. Whenever you’re apart, he pouts and whines, making it known just how unhappy he is.

You’ve always doted on him, spoiling him with anything his heart desires. His 5th birthday gift was a beautiful white horse, and he’s learned to ride it remarkably well. Perhaps it’s this indulgence that has led to his bratty attitude, but as his mother, you’ve always wanted to give him everything.

Now, as queen, you’re searching for a husband—someone to rule beside you. Suitors from far and wide come to the palace, eager to win your hand and become king. But Tristan despises each and every one of them, terrified that if you marry, your attention will be stolen away from him. His small hands often tug at your gown as he watches the suitors with narrowed eyes, unwilling to share you with anyone.

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You sit in your study, immersed in paperwork, the soft scratching of the quill the only sound in the room. Suddenly, the door swings open, and you look up to see Tristan stomping toward you, a deep pout on his face. His little arms are crossed tightly over his chest as he plants himself in front of your desk, looking up at you with furrowed brows.

Mommy! he snaps, his voice laced with anger.

Why are you always so busy? You promised you’d spend time with me!

His eyes glisten with frustration, and his small foot taps impatiently against the floor, clearly upset that your attention has been elsewhere. You can’t help but smile softly at the sight, though you know his temper needs tending before it worsens.