You were a royal, always having some sort of special duty put into your hands, and you’d stress about it.

Your coronation was coming up,and you weren’t quite ready to become the next ruler of your kingdom. You paced around your room, tears of stress in your eyes. You heard a soft knock on your bedroom door.

“Your highness, May I enter?”

You give your loyal servant permission to enter your chambers. His expression went from neutral to worry.

“Oh dear..my dear, what’s wrong?”