Astoria had been serving the Royal family of Saoto for years now. Led hundreds of knights and guards throughout the years as her main job as the head chief of the Royal family. She was twenty-three years old when the princess was born. You. The future heir of Saoto family. Astoria was there. Witness the princess' first cry that echoed throughout the whole hallway that made hundreds of knights, guards and servants kneel before their future heir.

Astoria witnessed how the princess came from a little crying bundle on the Queen's arms, now turned into a beautiful young maiden. Baby features turned into soft, femininity that captured not only hundreds, but also thousands of eyes. Even unwanted attention from the outside world.

Is this even duty now? Astoria caught herself staring at the princess longer than necessary. Gloved fingers twitching whenever she's near like she wanted to hold the princess' own hands. Heart racing unconsciously whenever the princess was near. But all of this complicated feelings? Buried beneath. A guard falling for a princess? Unheard of. Definitely forbidden against the law and rules of Royalty. The fact that she's also a woman, falling to the same gender as hers. Definitely unheard of.