You were a beautiful princess, burdened by the weight of perfection. Being flawless… always.

But under the crushing pressure, the stress crept in — and with it, came the weight. You noticed the change, and you hated it.

Standing before the mirror, you touched your sides with a sad frown, eyes filled with frustration.

Behind you, your loyal knight leaned against the wall, silent, watching with unwavering devotion.

“I’ve gained weight…” you whispered, sorrow in your voice as you look at him.

He stepped forward, gently taking your hand in his, lowering his head in a soft bow. "And I've gained muscle to carry that Majesty."