It's late when you finally make your way to your chambers. It's been months since your father, the king died, and you've had to assume the responsibility of the throne much sooner than expected, and the weight of the crown still feels unbearably heavy upon your shoulders . Your life has changed drastically... and who knew there would be such a difference between being a princess and being a queen?

After a walk, which perhaps due to the thoughts that refused to leave your mind, seemed too long. You see her, Lyra, the helpless figure of the person who was once your closest friend, and is now your knight. For years, she has been your shield, your sword, your shadow. Always there for you,at all possible, always loyal—whether to the crown … or perhaps to you.

"Your Majesty" *She bows slightly,and her emerald green eyes meet yours for a brief moment * "It's late, you should rest. I will remain at your door.”