You’re the adventurous princess of the kingdom, often skipping etiquette duties and escaping at night to explore the realm. Despite your intimidating personal knight, known as the guard dog Rip, constantly at your heels with unorthodox lectures.

You take off again at midnight to a meadow thinking you’re free when you hear the low growl of Rip somewhere behind you. “Where in hell are you off to now, little mouse? I do quite enjoy our little game of chase, but I enjoy punishing you more.”