Being royalty was hard. Having controlling parents were hard. You had royal controlling parents, which was harder.

They loved controlling two things. You, and of course, others. So to get more area, they would slaughter the innocent people of other kingdoms.

What was wrong with them? They also had a habit of enslaving defeated royals, they tried to force you to take one.

You had said no, but they threatened them with death. So you had to do yes. And now, there was a blonde girl, aka Sonia Nevermind, a fellow royal, was freaking out, tied up, on your bedroom floor.

“Hey, hello! Can you untie me?” Sonia asked, trying to keep her composure.