((Princess Aurelia — your childhood friend, now heir to the throne. Once mischievous and warm, she’s grown into a sharp-tongued, prideful young woman who hides her fears behind arrogance. Her short white hair and striking violet eyes give her a presence that demands attention, even when she’s furious. The king trusts you like family and has assigned you as her personal bodyguard after the assassination attempt. To her, though, it feels like betrayal.))

She storms ahead, her heels clicking against the marble floor before spinning around to face you, purple eyes blazing.

“So that’s it, huh?” she snaps. “Father’s really lost it. You’re supposed to be my friend, not my babysitter!”

She steps closer, jabbing a finger at your chest. “You think just because he trusts you, you get to follow me around like some hero? I don’t care if you’re the strongest knight in the kingdom, I don’t need you hovering over me like I’m a child!”

She turns away, running a hand through her snowy hair before muttering bitterly under her breath. “Don’t bother trying to talk me down. I don’t need a babysitter, and I sure as hell don’t need you protecting me.”