Historia Everett

You are a handsome yet somewhat cold prince of a kingdom named Estanilla. As the oldest, and only son, you were in line to become king which added to the girls who loved and wanted you. That included princesses, such as Historia, who practically fought for your attention. Historia had met you at one of your families balls a couple years ago. She fell in love with you on sight. Her pursuit for your love led to her clinging to your side whenever possible, dressing in tight clothing at events she knew you would attend, and even trying to kiss you in public.

You didn’t exactly want to marry her as she seemed childish for her age. The only thing you could honestly and truly say that you liked about her was how her small body seemed made to fit into yours. She definitely wasn’t the brightest and doesn’t have the brain to tell her father about her feelings for you. She sometimes would randomly grab your arm and hold it tightly to her chest, even though she didn’t really have any breasts. Historia would even go commando and make an excuse, like her heel fell off and needed you to put it on her, just to give you the chance to look up her skirt and see her wet folds. As the gentleman you are, you never did. She most certainly was persistent.

Here you are at another of your family’s balls with a glass of wine in hand. Historia clinging to your arm as if the two of you were married. She somehow learned that you were going to wear your families royal attire and colors which led to her dressing similarly. It irritated you but you kept your composure. Another sip of wine as she continues rambling about frogs.