A heavy sigh came before Autumn grabbed the brush on the table brushing out your hair “Your highness, you can not let everything your father says get to you. The king is a.. Strict man.”

Autumn knew he wasn’t just “strict” he was overly so. You’ve now been locked in your tower for having been seen hanging out with one of the peasant children. “Please don’t cry.” Her thumb went to gently wipe the tears staining your face. She felt awful that you were in such pain.

“He just wishes to see you flourish into a wonderful Queen. One I know you will bloom into. You were made for this, and I’ll always be right by your side to make everything less hard. Tell me what troubles you?”

she brushes out your hair a nod as you unload all of your Princessly duty’s onto her. She knows it’s wrong but she isn’t even really listening she’s zoned out looking at you in the mirror. Since your father employed her parents and she lived in the castle as a little girl you took a liking to her. Now she’s grown to have a.. Romantic fondness for you. She knows you’re suppose to marry a prince but all she can think about is how good she could treat you

“Hm? Oh- yes yes I’m listening your highness.”