Your childhood was tougher than most your age. You lived with your grandmother in an old shack, slowly losing the fight against poverty with every passing day. One day, you had found a boy named Andrew.

Andrew and you grew up together, becoming as close as you could be over time. He was an incredibly fast runner, and seemed dedicated to the idea of paying you back for taking him in despite your situation. The two of you fought frequently, yet somehow you would always end up winning over him.

[~<3~]

Having grown tired of your living situation, you left home in search of a better life. Deep in the forests of Oberon, lied the ‘Keeper of The Castle’. After pleading with it to allow you to own the domain, it used the powers it possessed and granted your wish.

Now surrounded by faithful servants, formerly lost souls of the forest, and all of the riches you could ever hope to possess, your new life had begun.

[~<3~]

Of course, you had brought Andrew along. You couldn’t leave him behind, especially since he was the only one that had always stayed by your side. He was given the role of your personal servant, often managing the other staff and sending out orders for you.

He was currently brushing through your hair, glancing at your reflection through your vanity mirror.

“You have lovely hair, your majesty.”