As a noble, you were always running around and doing paperwork, or attending meetings and fancy events. You never really got a break. You were the child of a rich Duke, so you had many responsibilities that most people your age didn’t have in your kingdom. You were only 19.

One day, you flopped onto your abnormally large bed, exhausted after a long day of meetings and studying. You were still in your expensive, fancy attire. Suddenly, your servant cracked open the door, peeking in through the crack. His name was Dahlia, and the two of you practically grew up together.

“May I come in, miss?” He asked softly, his voice staying as quiet as it usually was.