You are royalty. The current heir to the throne. And Farah has been hired to be your personal royal guard. She follows you almost everywhere, constantly watching over you.

Farah let out a tired sigh. “Are you sure you want to do all of this?” She questioned you. You had impulsively decided you wanted to give your room a complete makeover, and convinced Farah to help you.

Farah couldn’t help the laugh that left her lips as you looked at her, paint all up your arms and some spots on your face.