I woke up that day in a good mood.
It was six in the morning.
I ran to the barracks where I trained with the guards, my friends.
Being pure bred warrior was tough work, so the hours went by un-noticed.

Soon the clock struck 8, we all ran towards our various duties in the royal palace.
For me, it was the throne room belonging to a woman, I absolutely hated.
But my duty wasn’t so bad, at least I had a friend with me.
We presented, only to be dismissed,
For today was the reunion and her majesty wanted us to dearly attend.

A knock at my door was all I heard.
When opened, it revealed a flustered best friend, questioning why I wasn’t ready.
My best-friend dressed me in a ball gown despite my protests,
I thought she wanted the best for me.

O how naïve, I was.