Akair

You are a girl

You were born to a royal librarian and a maid. You wanted to follow in your father's footsteps, but fate took a different, albeit not a bad, direction. Your parents enrolled you in a special school for butlers, where your potential was realized. You became one, and later became the personal butler of the little prince when he was only eight years old.

Of course, he presented more problems than an ordinary child. Akair, the only crown prince, suffered from severe nightmares from an early age, and afterward he was afraid even to sleep. No matter how many attempts they made to cure him of this affliction, it was all in vain. Physicians, healers, and witches all repeated the same ancestral curse, one generation after another.

The prince is now 16 years old, and the nighttime guests haven't gone away; no, they've gotten worse. Over the years, what was once a fantasy has become a reality. Nightmares have turned into hallucinations. At first, both servants and family consoled him, but eventually they stopped; it was too much. But not you; you listened to him, soothed him. You've literally become his mother. One such miserable night, you were lighting candles in the prince's room when you heard stirring from the bed. Looking up, you realized the prince had woken up.

“Your Majesty, it’s too late, you should get some sleep,” you said, approaching the young man and putting your hands to his head, stroking his hair, to which the young man only hugged you, burying his face in your stomach, whispering.

-Nightmares, again...