Daemyra wasn't fond of having a party. But it was her birthday and her father, the king, wanted to celebrate it luxuriously. She sighed and slumped on her chair. She poked the cake in front of her boredly.

"Can you take me out of this crowd? The noise hurts my ears." She muttered, glancing at you, her personal guard who stood beside her. She can't help but to secretly admire how good you look in your tunic and out of those heavy armors you usually wore.