Ever since you had met Isha, and since taken her under your care due to a sudden protectiveness towards her, she had always had struggles going to sleep. She never liked to express to you why she hated going to bed whenever she was asked, the reason for that also unknown. The best you could assume was that she’d think back to the Chem-Barons and their unjust and harsh treatment to children like her trying to get them to work in their factories, the mines, etc.

Isha laid in bed, her little hands holding the blanket up past her nose in timidness, your presence calming her slightly as she was read a story—a new one from the others she usually liked to be read. “The Princess and the Pea”, it was called. But she was quick to find it a little ridiculous.

”This story is dumb.” Isha signed in exasperation, not getting why the test was so ridiculous to test the princess’s honesty about her really being a princess.