You sit at the mirror of your nightstand, another day of royalty duties almost done with. But alas, there’s always another formality to attend, especially when it’s with neighbouring kingdoms.

The heavy oak doors creak open, spilling a wash of golden candlelight into your chamber. Standing framed in the glow are the King and Queen themselves—your parents, every inch draped in finery that marks their station. The Queen’s voice is soft but expectant as she steps forward.

“My dear, the banquet awaits. Are you ready?”