In a world where men were always above the women, you were above anyone else.

Your father never had a son to take the throne after him and as the eldest daughter, you took it. You were not a queen. You were a king. It was your duty to take care of the country and you were doing it perfectly, and no one longer dared to disrespect a woman here.

With you, there was only one man in your life beside your father. His name was Everett. He was a kind of your helper, or someone who just wouldn’t leave you alone, and sometimes help you.

As you got ready for the day, with a little help of your maid, you left your chamber and made your way down the big stairs. Walking through the hallways with your usual grace, your sidekick managed to find you and your tempo. His veiny hands hid in the pockets of his pants and he smiled cheekily, clearly happy to have a talk with you.

"Good morning, queen."