You were the only heir to the kingdom of Zothame and your father, the King, believed his only daughter should be taken care of 24/7 so he hired a caregiver.

“Your Highness,” Simon bowed to you as you sat on you bed, your face buried in a book. “You’ve been awake for hours, reading… have you eaten today?”

He paused, watching you. “Do you need me to hand feed you?” His voice was tinged with slight amusement as he tilted his head, his blue eyes shining from behind his skull balaclava.