『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

As you were born, you were immediately wrapped up by the midwife. She smiled down at you, her warmth and kindness radiating as she looked into your deep blue eyes. "Oh, what a beautiful baby girl," she murmured softly, gently rocking you in her arms. The other women of the kingdom, present for your birth, cooed and clucked over you like a flock of contented hens.

Your skin was fair as snow, unblemished by even the slightest hint of blemish or imperfection.

Your mother's face broke into a relieved smile as she cradled you in her arms, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. "Oh, my precious daughter," she murmured, kissing your forehead softly. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." The other women of the court, who had all gathered around to witness your birth, nodded their heads in agreement, some even going so far as to exclaim that you were more beautiful than any princess they'd ever laid eyes upon.

"She's just like her father," your mother whispered, smiling down at you. Your laughter filled the room, light and airy as a spring breeze, drawing more coos and ahhs from those gathered around. It was clear that you were already well-loved by all who knew you, even before you'd taken your first breath.

The kingdom's ruler, King Edward, appeared at the doorway of the birthing chamber, his expression a mix of pride and joy. "Ah, there she is,"

King Edward smiled warmly down at you, his eyes filled with love and affection. "Oh, my dearest child," he murmured, walking over to cradle your tiny form in his strong arms. "You are the image of your mother, of course, but there's no denying that you have a touch of me about you as well." He leaned down to press a gentle kiss against your forehead before looking up at your mother with an expression of deep love and devotion.

King Edward couldn't help but chuckle as you giggled, your adorable little face scrunching up in the most irresistible way. He glanced over at your mother, who was beaming with pride and happiness. "Ah, isn't she just precious?" he said, his voice thick with emotion.

The rest of the court murmured their agreement, nodding and smiling as they gazed down at you.

King Edward turned to the assembled nobles, his expression thoughtful. "We shall name her lilith," he announced grandly. There was a moment of silence as everyone exchanged glances, but eventually murmurs of approval began to spread through the room. "Lilith.. It means 'one who brings forth life,'" your father explained. "A most fitting name for our precious daughter."

Your mother nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "Yes," she whispered. "

King Edward smiled down at you, his expression softening even further. "And so, my dear Lilith," he said gently, rocking you in his arms, "you shall be the princess of this kingdom, the hope for a bright and prosperous future." Your mother leaned in close, kissing your tiny hand before whispering, "Yes, my precious girl. The world is yours to conquer, and I will always be here to guide you."

Your tiny yawn made everyone in the room coo and ahh, their hearts melting at your adorable display. "She's already so tired," your mother murmured with a fond smile. "I think it's time we put her down for her nap." The assembled nobles nodded in agreement, some even offering to help carry you to the nursery, their hands careful and reverent as they cradled you.

As the sounds of the court faded away, replaced by the gentle rocking of your crib and the soft lullaby sung by a nurse, you drifted off to sleep. Your eyelids grew heavy, your breathing slowed, and your tiny body relaxed into the comfort of your soft bedding. Surrounded by the warmth and safety of the kingdom's finest nursery, you slept soundly, unaware of the fate that awaited you in the years to come.

The warmth of the sun streaming through your window woke you up, its gentle rays caressing your face. You yawned and stretched lazily, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you took in your surroundings. The familiar sight of the nursery's plush toys, colorful mobiles, and soft blankets brought a small smile to your lips. It seemed like just yesterday that this was all new and exciting to you...

Your parents came to your nursery with smiling faces as they gently rocked you back to sleep. "Sleep well, my sweet princess," your mother whispered softly, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. King Edward followed suit shortly after, his footsteps echoing down the hall as he walked away.

Soon, silence once again filled the nursery, broken only by the occasional creak of the crib or the soft rustle of fabric as you shifted in your sleep. And so, another day passed peacefully, safe and sound, until it was time for bed once more.

"Good morning, my darling! Did you sleep well? Let me change your diaper and get you dressed for breakfast!" your mother chirped happily as she entered the room, her steps light and graceful. She moved quickly, pulling open drawers and selecting a frilly pink dress adorned with lace and ribbons. "How does this one look? You're getting bigger every day, you know!"

Your mother laughed at your antics, carefully lifting you out of the crib and cradling you in her arms. "There now, my sleepy little one," she murmured soothingly, planting kisses along your neck and cheek. "Let mommy make you look pretty today!" She hummed a tune as she went about dressing you, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ears before securing them with tiny bows. When she finished, you looked like a miniature doll, complete with matching shoes and socks.

"Oh, did you hear that?" your mother exclaimed, nearly dropping you in surprise. "Did you really just say mama?" She scooped you up tightly, spinning around the room in circles as she laughed and cried tears of joy. "My baby, my baby, you can talk!"

King Edward emerged from his chambers shortly thereafter, drawn by the commotion. He knelt down beside your mother, taking your small hand in his larger one. "Indeed," he confirmed with a smile. "She seems to be showing quite the aptitude for speech." His eyes sparkled with amusement and pride. "I suppose we'll have to keep an eye on this one - she might grow into quite the chatterbox." ** how was it? i tried to make it as short as possible while still keeping things interesting!

Your stomach grumbled loudly, demanding attention. You reached out for your mother, your tiny hands grasping at empty air as you whimpered softly. "Oh, dear," she said, her expression filled with concern. "Are you hungry, sweetheart? I'll feed you right away." She picked you up gently, rocking you as she made her way towards the nursery's private breastfeeding area.

"Shhhh, don't worry, Lilith," your mother soothed, unfastening her dress and pulling it off one shoulder. Her breast appeared, swollen and ready to feed. Your lips found their way to it instantly, suckling greedily as your little tummy finally got the nourishment it craved. "There, there," she whispered, stroking your hair and holding you close. "All better now."

You released your mother's nipple with a contented sigh, looking up at her with glassy, satisfied eyes. A thin trail of milk dribbled down your chin as you grinned toothlessly, patting her breast with one chubby fist. "That's my good girl," she praised, wiping your mouth clean before adjusting her clothing and cuddling you close. "Now then, how about some playtime?"

"Of course, darling! Mommy will keep an eye on you while you play." She set you back in your crib, leaving the door open just in case. Then, she hurried out of the nursery to join King Edward in the great hall for breakfast.

Soon after, you heard steps approaching - they were gentle but purposeful, and came to a stop right outside your door. There was a moment of hesitation, followed by shuffling feet and quiet voices. You didn't need to know what they said to realize that someone had come to visit you.

King Edward smiled warmly as he entered your shared bedroom, his gaze immediately drawn to your playing form sprawled across the carpet. He knelt down beside you, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear and brushing it gently against your cheek. "Well, well," he murmured, his voice low and filled with awe. "Doesn't she grow up so beautifully? Like a little princess straight out of a storybook." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, reaching out to playfully boop your nose. ** how was that?

You let out another sweet giggle at King Edward's playful boop, causing him to chuckle deeply. "That's my beautiful daughter," he praised, cupping your face tenderly. "Look at her, growing into such a delightful young woman. It seems like only yesterday when I first held you in my arms..."

His words hung heavy in the air between you, painting a vivid picture of his younger self cradling you close after bringing you home from the hospital. The memories were both cherished and bittersweet - a reminder of how much had changed since then.

Your father smiles fondly at your cooing, clearly pleased by the joy you bring him. "Indeed, just one short month ago we welcomed our precious baby girl into this world. She has brought nothing but happiness ever since!" He scoops you up effortlessly, holding you tight against his chest as if afraid you might slip away. "I can hardly believe it myself - look at her! My darling daughter is already so grown up, isn't she?" He gazes down adoringly at your cherubic face. "

your father continues with an amused chuckle ,"she certainly does...but still such a little cutie pie." He boops your nose again before kissing your forehead softly. "My sweet angel, our baby girl." King Edward smiles warmly as he holds you closer to his heart, relishing in each moment spent with you. No matter how fast time may seem to pass sometimes it feels like just yesterday that he brought you home after your birth and now here you are growing into such a lovely young woman who captured both their hearts instantly!

Your father looks slightly confused at your question, but then realization dawns on his face. "Oh! You must be thinking about your mother," he says gently. "She's just outside, in the great hall. She'll be back soon enough." He bounces you up and down playfully, making you giggle with delight.

As you spend more time together like this, it becomes increasingly clear to both of you how much they love each other - and how much they love having their little girl in between them.

"She's...well, she's always with me, my dear," King Edward explains gently. "You see, your mother and I are both very protective of you." He kisses the top of your head again, his voice full of love and affection. "We want what's best for you, and we think that means keeping you close by our sides."

Your father rocks you back and forth as he talks, his strong arms enveloping you in a secure embrace.

King Edward's heart melts as you yawn cutely in his arms. "Oh, my sweet little one," he whispers, kissing your forehead tenderly. "You must be getting tired." He glances at the nearby window, noticing that the sun is starting to dip below the horizon. "It's getting late, and I suppose it's time for you to rest as well."

He carefully lays you down in your crib, making sure your blankets are tucked in snugly around you.

King Edward smiles softly at the sight of you falling asleep, sucking your thumb. He can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over him as he watches his precious daughter drift off to dreamland. Tomorrow is another day, and there will be more adventures for you in this magical world they live in. For now, though, it's time to rest and regain your strength.

He turns to leave the room quietly, careful not to disturb your slumber.

You blink sleepily, trying to adjust to the light streaming in through the window. As your surroundings come into focus, you recognize the familiar walls and soft bedding of your nursery. A warm weight presses against your back, and you turn to find King Edward sound asleep beside you.

The memory of yesterday's playtime and affectionate moments with him makes you feel content and safe. You reach up tentatively, touching his cheek

King Edward's eyes flutter open at the feel of your tiny hand on his cheek. He smiles down at you, his gaze filled with love and tenderness. "Good morning, my dearest Lilith," he whispers softly. "How does my little girl feel today?"

Your cooing sounds are music to his ears, and he can't help but smile wider as he picks you up gently, cradling you against his chest once more. "Why don't we go see if your mother is awake?

King Edward's eyes flutter open at the feel of your tiny hand on his cheek. He smiles down at you, his gaze filled with love and tenderness. "Good morning, my dearest Lilith," he whispers softly. "How does my little girl feel today?"

Your cooing sounds are music to his ears, and he can't help but smile wider as he picks you up gently, cradling you against his chest once more. "Why don't we go see if your mother is awake?"

Your father chuckles at your cute attempt to speak, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Yes, that's right, sweetheart. Your mama will be happy to see you too." He gently places a kiss on the top of your head before making his way through the castle, the sound of your tiny feet pattering against the stone floor.

As they near her chambers, he knocks softly on the door before pushing it open.

"Of course, my dear," King Edward replies with a soft laugh. He carries you out of the nursery and into the hallway, making your way towards the great room where your mother often spends her mornings. The air is filled with the delicious scent of breakfast, and your stomach rumbles in anticipation.

As you approach, Queen Elizabeth looks up from her book, a smile lighting up her face when she sees you. "There's my little princess!"

"Oh, you're just too cute!" Queen Elizabeth exclaims, scooping you up into her arms and holding you close. "I missed you so much while you were sleeping." She kisses your forehead, her eyes twinkling with love as she gazes down at you.

As the three of them spend time together in the great room, enjoying breakfast and each other's company, it becomes clear that they are a family united by love and protection.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Queen Elizabeth asks with concern, noticing that you're struggling to breathe. King Edward quickly comes to the rescue, patting your back gently until you can finally catch your breath. "There we go," he says reassuringly, wiping a tear from your cheek. "You just take it slow and finish eating later, alright?"

They exchange worried glances but are relieved when they see that you're now more composed.

"Are you sure, dear?" Queen Elizabeth asks, still concerned. "Maybe we should have given her some water to help with that." King Edward nods in agreement as he watches you carefully, making sure you don't choke again.

After you finish eating, King Edward and Queen Elizabeth exchange satisfied smiles. They're both relieved that you managed to eat without any further problems. "Well, it looks like we've got some time before we have to start the day," King Edward says, glancing at a nearby clock. "Why don't we spend some quality time together, just us three?"

Their eyes meet, and they share a moment of understanding.

Your parents exchange amused glances as they watch you play with your feet, giggling adorably. It's hard not to laugh themselves as they see how content and happy their little girl is in this moment. They both know that soon enough, the responsibilities of ruling will come calling once more, but for now, they can just be a family - three people who love each other dearly, bound together by fate and choice.

Your parents exchange amused glances as they watch you yawn cutely. They both know the feeling; being tired but having too much fun to realize it until now. King Edward scoops you up into his arms, carrying you over to a nearby couch where he gently lays you down on a soft pillow.

"I think it's time for our little princess to take a nap," he says with a tired smile. "We can continue playing after you wake up, okay?"

King Edward watches over you fondly as you fall asleep, his heart swelling with love and protectiveness. Even in your slumber, you manage to look adorable. He gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "Sweet dreams, my little princess," he whispers.

Queen Elizabeth smiles at the sight, her eyes shining with maternal pride. She glances at her husband, their bond unspoken but evident.

Your eyes flutter open, blinking against the light filtering through the window. You sit up slowly, stretching your arms above your head before yawning widely. As you do so, Queen Elizabeth looks down at you, smiling warmly. She cradles your cheek tenderly, her thumb brushing across your lips as if asking for permission to touch your mouth once more. Her gaze softens into one filled with adoration and understanding, much like it did yesterday - this morning before breakfast even came around.

Queen Elizabeth smiles warmly at her daughter, squeezing your hand gently as she says, "My little Lilith, I love you."
She presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, before letting out a content sigh, feeling both pride and contentment wash over her.

Your parents exchange loving glances, their bond unspoken yet evident in the way they look at each other during these moments shared together. Their hearts are filled with adoration and protectiveness for one another as well as for their daughter, who radiates joy and innocence in this moment.

Queen Elizabeth's eyes shine with tears as she hears those precious words leave your tiny mouth. "Oh my darling, I love you too!" She pulls you closer, wrapping you in her embrace as if she never wants to let go. In this perfect moment, surrounded by love and security, all feels right with the world.

The giggles echo off the walls of the nursery as you bounce happily in your mother's lap. She laughs along with you, her voice full of warmth and affection. This simple act of bonding - nothing fancy or extravagant - is enough to fill your young heart with pure joy.

"Bless you," Queen Elizabeth says softly, wiping away your runny nose with a gentle touch. Her eyes concern as she looks at King Edward, but she doesn't want to take away from their special moments together by complaining about the cold. Instead, they both make sure to keep you comfortable and well-cared for throughout the day.

Queen Elizabeth cradles you against her chest as you continue sneezing, your delicate face illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight in the nursery. She gently strokes your hair, marveling at how fragile yet resilient you are in these trying times. Even now, when ill, you still manage to smile sweetly up at her with those sparkling blue eyes that remind her so much of her late husband. The king returns her loving gaze, his own heart heavy with grief over his loss but lifted by seeing his daughter thriving in such a tender moment alongside him...

Queen Elizabeth's brow furrows with worry as she hears you starting to cough and sneeze again. She gently pats your back, trying to soothe you, but the symptoms seem to be getting worse. A feeling of helplessness washes over her as she realizes there may be something more serious going on than just a common cold.

"Shh shh it's okay baby," Queen Elizabeth soothes, turning her attention solely on comforting you during this difficult time. "Mama is here." Her voice trembles slightly as tears prick at the corners of her eyes from the anguish of seeing her precious daughter suffer with illness while they have no way to protect her - not even magic!

The King glances around nervously before quickly summoning an unannounced visit from one of the palace healers, hoping he can help save his beloved little girl who has been hit hard by sickness that seems relentless in bringing pain and misery upon her innocent form...

King Edward: What shall we do Lilith? I swear I will find a cure if I have to search all across this land! Surely there must be someone out there with some magical healing potion or spell! My sweet angel is suffering so much right now...

Queen Elizabeth: sniffles Oh my poor babygirl...

The healer approaches your bedside, gentle hands cradling your delicate face. Tears glisten in their eyes as they examine you thoroughly, searching for any visible injuries that may explain the symptoms. An elderly woman with kind wrinkles and warm brown eyes smiles softly at you through the haze of her own sorrow over having lost many patients to similar fates. She begins murmuring complex incantations under her breath while performing various herbal poultices on your forehead and chest, hoping ancient knowledge can provide relief from this terrible affliction ravaging young bodies so fragile yet strong inside despite it all!

With each healing spell cast, the pain subsides. You feel warmth spreading through your body as if it's being bathed in a soothing balm. The sounds around you start to fade into the background, and soon enough, exhaustion overwhelms you, pulling you deeper into slumber. As sleep claims its prize, your little form relaxes against the soft pillow, finally finding solace from the suffering that plagued it mere moments ago...

Your eyes flutter open, revealing the same bright blue that had captivated your parents' hearts since the day you were born. A contented sigh escapes your lips as you stretch your arms above your head, yawning cutely. The healer who cared for you last night is nowhere to be seen, leaving you feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

Queen Elizabeth looks down at you with a warm smile, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Good morning, my sweet princess."

Queen Elizabeth's heart swells with love as she hears you call out to her. "Oh, my dearest Lilith," she says, gently cupping your cheek in her hand. "I'm so glad you're feeling better." Her eyes meet King Edward's across the room, their shared relief and joy evident in their expressions.

For now, the world outside remains a dangerous place filled with monsters and magic.

You coo happily, your tiny hands reaching out to grasp at the air as if trying to hug them. Queen Elizabeth laughs softly, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. "Oh, you're just too precious for words," she whispers, her voice filled with adoration.

King Edward smiles warmly from his place by the window, watching the two of you together.

Queen Elizabeth chuckles, noticing your tiny stomach rumble. "Oh, I suppose it's time for breakfast then," she says, carefully lifting you up into her arms before making her way over to a nearby chair. As she sits down, she places you on her lap and begins nursing you, her eyes never leaving yours as they share this intimate moment together. King Edward watches them from across the room with a contented smile, his heart swelling with love for both of them.

Your tiny hands and mouth work in perfect unison as you suckle on Queen Elizabeth's breast. She hums softly, her eyes closing briefly as she enjoys this special moment of bonding with you. King Edward watches them from across the room, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The warmth and love in the air are palpable, making it easy to forget that there's a dangerous world waiting just outside these castle walls.

When you've finished nursing, Queen Elizabeth gently wipes your mouth with a soft cloth before leaning down to press another kiss on your forehead. "There's a good girl," she whispers. King Edward smiles warmly at the sight, his heart swelling with love for both of them.

"Shall we go see about breakfast for everyone else?" he asks, glancing around the room before returning his attention to them. Queen Elizabeth nods in agreement, carefully placing you back onto your pillow before standing up.

The soft glow of candlelight casts a warm, fuzzy light over the nursery as you drift back off to sleep. Your tiny hands find their way up to your mouth, and before long, you're sucking contentedly on your thumb, your tiny features twisted in an adorable expression. Queen Elizabeth smiles tenderly down at her sleeping daughter, her heart overflowing with love for this precious little girl who has brought so much joy into their lives despite the dangers that lurk beyond these castle walls.

You open your eyes slowly, blinking against the light streaming through the window. Your surroundings come into focus: the wooden crib you're in, the soft pillow beneath your head, and the familiar toys scattered around the room. A warm contentment fills your chest as you realize that everything is alright; for now, at least.

As you sit up, stretching your arms above your head, a faint scent wafts through the air: breakfast.

"Mama?" you call out again, your voice echoing through the nursery. Still no reply. You begin to feel a bit lonely and maybe even a little scared. Perhaps it's time to get out of bed and explore; find someone who can help you.

"Dada?" you try calling, your voice cracking slightly. You struggle to stand up again but end up falling back onto your bottom with a soft "Oof!" Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you feel frustration and fear starting to build inside of you. Where is everyone?

The sound of footsteps draws closer, and moments later, King Edward appears in the doorway. "Lilith? What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asks, rushing over to scoop you up into his arms. You cling to him tightly, sobs racking your tiny frame as you finally let loose all of the fear and loneliness you've been feeling.

King Edward's heart aches at the sight of his precious daughter so distressed. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and holds you close, rocking you gently as he apologizes for not being there sooner. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I should have been checking on you more often. From now on, I promise I won't leave you alone," he whispers reassuringly before carefully setting you down on the floor.

"Shall we go find your mama?"

King Edward takes your hand in his and leads you out of the nursery, searching for Queen Elizabeth. The hallway they're in seems to stretch on forever, but eventually, they come across a room filled with the sound of laughter and voices. As they peek inside, they see their queen sitting at a table with several ladies-in-waiting, enjoying breakfast together.

Queen Elizabeth looks up when she sees you and her face lights up with joy. "There's my little princess!"

Queen Elizabeth's heart swells with love as you crawl over to her, your little arms and legs moving so quickly. "Oh, you're such a sweetheart!" she coos, scooping you up into her arms and planting a kiss on your forehead. King Edward smiles warmly from where he stands nearby, feeling grateful that everything is finally back to normal.

For now, the world outside remains a dangerous place filled with monsters and magic.

Queen Elizabeth notices your red, puffy eyes and her heart aches all over again. "Oh, sweetie," she whispers, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. She looks up at King Edward with concern etched onto her features before turning back to you. "It's alright, my little one. Daddy and Mommy won't ever leave you alone again. We promise." Her eyes meet his reassuringly as she says this, hoping that he understands the weight of those words.

Queen Elizabeth's heart melts at the sound of your giggle, and she can't help but laugh softly in return. "Oh, you are just too precious," she says, kissing your forehead once more before carefully setting you down on the floor so that you can play with some toys nearby while they finish their breakfast.

The rest of the day passes peacefully, with King Edward and Queen Elizabeth taking turns keeping an eye on you as they attend to their royal duties.

Your first birthday arrives, and King Edward and Queen Elizabeth make sure to celebrate it with great fanfare. There's music, dancing, feasting - the entire castle is filled with joy and merriment in honor of this special day. As a present, they give you a plush bear that they've had specially made for you; its fur is soft as silk, and it has a tiny ribbon tied around its neck with your name embroidered upon it.

You cuddle up to your new plush bear, cooing contentedly as you press its soft fur against your cheek. "Bear-ee," you say, your voice still a little wobbly from speaking for the first time today. The corners of Queen Elizabeth's mouth turn up in a gentle smile; it warms her heart to see you so happy with your new friend. King Edward watches on proudly, feeling grateful that they were able to give their precious daughter such a special gift on this momentous occasion.

You continue to giggle and cuddle up closer to your new plush bear, hugging it tightly as if it's a long-lost friend. It squeaks in response, making you laugh even harder. The sound of your joyous laughter fills the room, causing King Edward and Queen Elizabeth to exchange knowing glances over your head. They couldn't have asked for a better birthday present than seeing their little girl so happy and loved.

You yawn cutely, your tiny hands stretching up to cover your mouth. Your eyelids grow heavy as sleep begins to claim its prize once more. Queen Elizabeth smiles down at you fondly, gently brushing a lock of hair away from your forehead before carrying you back to bed for nap time.

The soft glow of candlelight flickers across your face as you slumber peacefully, clutching your new plush bear close. King Edward and Queen Elizabeth exchange grateful glances once more, feeling a wave of relief wash over them at the thought that their precious daughter is finally safe and sound in her bed.

The rest of the day passes quietly, with servants bustling about to clean up after the festivities while the royal family enjoys some much-needed downtime together.

You curl up into a tiny ball, your hold on the plush bear growing tighter. In the dim light filtering in through the window, you look like a miniature version of the angelic creature that you are; innocent and pure despite living in a world filled with danger and darkness. As sleep finally claims its prize, your breathing evens out, and you drift off into a peaceful slumber, safe within the embrace of your loving parents' protection.

Queen Elizabeth smiles down at you, her eyes shining with love as she holds you close in her arms. "Good morning, sweetheart," she whispers softly, nuzzling your head against her chest. Today promises to be another busy day for the royal family, but knowing that you're safe and secure under her watch makes it all worthwhile.