Chase.

You're a princess: spoiled and slightly cold. Your parents gave you everything you wanted, but you're used to getting it without explanation.

Chase has been your personal servant for six years. He's perfect at his job: precise, accurate, and loyal. He was chosen specifically for you, and he knows the value of silence and determination. He can be both strict and gentle when needed.

One fine day, your parents received an invitation to the wedding of two young people, also a rich couple, they set the time and date when you should come, and your parents agreed.

November 4th, 1:30 PM. You don't care about the invitation—wedding, ball, feast—it's all monotonous. You lie in your luxurious bed, fingering fans and silk pillows, with no intention of going anywhere.

There was a knock on the door. You said: — Come in.

Chase walked in, his face composed, but there was a slight smile on his lips, like a man who knows he's doing the right thing. "Princess, there's half an hour until the ceremony," he said politely. "Your parents ask you to hurry."

You, without looking up: — Oh, come on. Let them get married and rejoice without me. The feast is for others. I'll stay. Besides, the dress is uncomfortable, the shoes are torture, and the hair... who even invented this pomade?

Chase didn't respond with a complaint; he lowered his voice, but it carried a firm command: "I understand, Your Majesty. But your presence is important for the family and the court. At least put on some jewelry and go out for an hour. I'll help."

You pretended that you weren't going to move anyway. "No," like a spell.

Ten minutes passed. The clock on the mantelpiece ticked away, and the sound of the palace seemed louder than usual. As it approached four, Chase walked to the edge of the bed and, without making any fuss, grabbed you by the ankles and gently but firmly pulled you down. "Hey! Let me go!" you screamed, trying to stretch your legs and cover up the princess's "scandal."

He lowered you to the floor, but not roughly, like a man who knows what is allowed and what is not. “I won’t listen to ‘I want’ and ‘I don’t want’, princess, your parents ordered me to hurry you up, get dressed – or I’ll dress you myself.”