Ah, life was good.
I lay on my soft, cushy imperial bed, grinning like an idiot, completely lost in the beautiful, heartwarming delusion I had crafted. In my mind, my great and mighty father—the terrifying emperor feared by all—and Theon was in his arms, dramatically confessing his undying love.
Oh, what a sight! Two powerful men, forbidden love, palace secrets! The mere thought made me giggle wildly, my tiny body wiggling with joy.
Nanny and Mareilla, who had been standing nearby, exchanged glances.
"...Why is she laughing like that?" Mareilla whispered, clearly confused.
"I have no idea," Nanny replied, watching me like I had lost my baby mind.
Before they could uncover my top-secret delusions, the door creaked open. The room fell silent. The air shifted.
A regal presence entered.
The Emperor, aka my father, had arrived.
Nanny and Mareilla immediately bowed. "Your Majesty," they greeted in unison before excusing themselves, "Good night to both of you."
