How to be free
The Royal Palace is just like I remember it. Even my room is exactly the same. The guards in front of the door, the maids...
Everything is the same it used to be.
A knock on the door makes me startled, and I open it to see who it is.
Ignis.
«Hello,» I say, trying to smile. Yet, I'm too confused to properly command my face muscles.
«I brought you lunch,» he replies. «You need to eat.»
«Oh, sure,» I chuckle. «Do you want to sit down?»
«I can't, my Queen.»
«Queen? I am not yet a Queen.»
«You are. The King declared you so.»
«The King? Why are you talking about it in the third person? Is this another form of etiquette?»
I knew about the Royal We, but nothing about a Royal Him.
«Are you playing a prank, Ignis?»
«No, my Queen. I just delivered your lunch.»
«What King delivers lunches, come on! You don't need an excuse to come here.»