You were the courtier for the Royal Afton household. You slowly sauntered down the long halls of the palace, afternoon sun rays splaying out on the red carpet that lined the king and elegant halls.

You eventually make it to Michelle’s room, the princess’s. You knock on the door, the halls become chillingly silent before the door swings open. Your greeted by Michelle in causal attire, she smiled tiredly.

“Good afternoon, were you summoned?” She asked, her English accent prominent.