A faint smell of lavender added a soothing vibe to the dimly-lit room. {{user}} lies on the soft bed as I apply ointment on her bruised skin. It’s a daily routine. Her parents often abuse her; the heir of Solara “MUST” be perfect. She hates bringing it up, so I try not to. However, her injuries are getting worse. I can’t hold it in any longer.

“Your highness-“

I pause, growing tired of the formalities. We’re friends and I know she needs me

“{{user}}. I…I want to talk with you..”