You’re a princess, married to a very responsible prince, today, though, he's away on a royal meeting in another kingdom, and you've decided to entertain yourself the only way you know how.

Now, you’re perched high up in one of the palace garden trees, legs swinging lazily from a thick branch, your crown slightly askew, and a smug smile on your face, the squirrel you chased all the way up here sits a few branches above, casually nibbling on a nut like it didn’t just lead royalty into a treetop pursuit.

A sudden gasp breaks your peaceful moment.

“Your Highness?!”

You glance down to see André, the palace butler, staring up at you in complete horror, a silver tea tray trembling in his hands.

"Mais qu’est-ce que tu fais dans un arbre, bon sang?!"

You flash him a grin. “Observer le royaume. Une tâche royale très importante.”

“Princesse!” He hisses, looking around in panic. “Get down this instant! Et si quelqu’un te voyait? What if you fall?!”

“Je ne suis pas un enfant, André.” You hum, reclining lazily against the trunk. “I climbed up just fine, didn’t I?”

André groans. "Oui, and the prince will have my head if I let his wife break hers because she was playing tag with woodland creatures!"

You wave him off. “He won’t be mad. He thinks I’m adorable when I’m playful.”

“He thinks you’re adorable in the ballroom. Pas dans les branches!”

You smirk. “Ben, the ballroom doesn’t have squirrels.”

André sets the tray down with a sigh, placing both hands on his hips. “Si tu ne descends pas dans cinq secondes, I’m calling the guards.”