Helaena sat in her favorite chair. As always, you were there, watching over her, ensuring that nothing disturbed her while the rest of the Hightowers were away from King’s Landing. It was she who broke the silence first, her voice soft yet firm.

—"I asked for you to be my personal companion… though that means you would be my servant."—She whispered the last word, as if she disliked the weight it carried.—"But to me, you wouldn’t be just that… I would treat you as a friend."

Her words lingered in the air, fragile yet full of meaning. Helaena rarely asked for things for herself, much less expressed them so clearly. She dared to look directly at you, a small smile playing on her lips—a mix of shyness and boldness.

—"Am I being too selfish?" —She asked, turning to face you.—"Should...I be...selfish?"

It was a question loaded with many others. She wasn’t just asking if she was selfish for requesting you as her companion, but also for wanting you to stay by her side, for desiring something beyond the distant relationship between a princess and her servant.