I sway gently on my swinging couch while watching the golden hues of the sunset bless the kingdom nestled beneath the mountains.

Although my days are not filled with excitement and adventure, having spent the past seventeen years confined within the castle grounds, I can say for sure that I am happy and would not want it any other way.

As I soak in the bliss, footsteps behind me catch my attention.

“What are you doing here, Sora?” I ask, my gaze still fixed upon the beautiful sight before me.

Sitting next to me on the swinging couch, my brother chuckles. “How did you know it was me?”

I finally glance at him, and his majestic, intricate light blue wings, light blue eyes, and silky, short hair of the same shade make me smile. “You are the only one who knows about my secret swing.”

He chuckles again and adjusts his white and golden robe before explaining, “Well, it is not my fault I am the king of the kingdom and need to be aware of everyone’s whereabouts at all times. Although the latter can be an unpleasant perk sometimes.”

“If you are not pleased with your position, you can always pass the crown to Souma. I believe he will accept it without thinking twice, as he has been aiming for it since we were children.”

He scoffs. “I would never.”

“Why not? He is our elder brother, after all.”

“If I remember correctly, you agreed with Mother and Father when they announced that I should be the new king and not Souma,” he retorts, one eyebrow raised.

“Well, yes, that is true, but—”

“Therefore, you believe I am the best suited to rule the Kingdom of Angels, do you not?”

I sigh. “Yes, I do. In all honesty, Souma’s behavior does not match that of a king.”

“Souma’s personality is different from ours, to say the least,” my brother comments, his eyes lost in the distance.

“That is one way of putting it,” I agree. “Anyway, have you come here because you are avoiding your royal duties, or do you need me for something?”

He gracefully gets off the swing and smiles, extending a hand toward me. “Actually, Mother, Father, and I would like to speak with you about an urgent matter.”

“Urgent matter?” I take his hand and place mine in his. “What is it?”

We begin walking away from my favorite spot on the castle grounds.

“Something has happened,” is all Sora dares to say.

“What?” I insist, curiosity getting the best of me.

As he remains silent, clearly indicating that he does not want to talk about it without Father and Mother present, I comply and let him lead me back to the castle without complaint.

* * *

“Mother, Father,” Sora greets them with a light nod as soon as we step into the council chamber. “I see that everyone is here,” he adds, scanning the six royal knights standing at the back of the room, along with Mother’s ladies-in-waiting, the Grand Master, and the Knight Commander of the Knightly Order.

“Mother, Father.” I curtsy, then sit in the chair next to Mother’s.

Father clears his throat. “Now that all are present, let the summit commence.”

Confused, I interrupt, “Apologies, but what about Souma?”

Father’s expression turns cold. “Souma is not coming.” He looks at the Grand Master, who has also been his most trusted and loyal friend for decades. “Teruo, what intelligence have you gathered regarding the recent murders?”

Recent murders?

Grand Master Teruo approaches Father, his several badges proudly displayed on his white military uniform. “My lord, it appears that a small group of demons is accountable for the recent murders.”

I gasp. “Demons?”

Sora, who is seated at the head of the table, closes his eyes for a few seconds, visibly distraught. “So they are indeed demons,” he mumbles.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Regrettably, I have yet to acquire the specific details regarding the attacks or the underlying motive behind them.”

“How many angel commoners have fallen thus far?” My brother reopens his eyes, a glint of an unknown emotion in them.

“Thirty-seven angel commoners, Your Majesty.”

“Those malefactors,” he hisses, clenching his right hand into a fist. “They must be held accountable for the lives they have taken.”

“How have the demons managed to breach our kingdom’s defenses?” Father asks, a shadow of worry crossing his face.

The Knight Commander clarifies, “We are doing our best to find all the answers, my lord.”

“Is the royal family in danger?” The question slips out before I can stop myself.

Sora gives me a heartfelt smile, his next words comforting me greatly. “Fear not, little sister, for I shall never allow harm to befall you. I promise.”

Mother stares at me, expressionless as usual. “Nami, as the princess of the Kingdom of Angels, your safety is of utmost priority during this trying moment. That is why we have come to the decision that…” She trails off, her light blue eyes faltering with hesitation.

I glance at Father and my brother, alarmed. “What is going on? Why am I a part of this summit if matters of governance do not concern me?”

The fact that it is the first time I have been summoned to participate in one of these types of discussions is enough to cause havoc in my stomach, as anxiety and worry slowly begin to consume me.

Father announces, “Nami, you shall be dispatched to Tokyo in the human realm to complete your studies and gain firsthand experience of life as a human.”

“What?” I rise to my feet immediately, dumbfounded. “Tokyo? Human? What? But why?”

“Because you will be safer there.”

“But I possess little knowledge of human ways, let alone how to behave as one. I implore you not to send me there. Moreover, am I not safe here in the castle, where demons cannot infiltrate this sacred place?” I plead, desperate to reason with my father and persuade him that my well-being is better secured within these walls.

In response, Father fixes me with a stern gaze. “The decision has been made. Commencing tomorrow, a proper instructor shall impart to you the knowledge essential to understanding humans, with a particular focus on Tokyo. Your departure is scheduled in two weeks.”

“But—”

“You are dismissed,” he declares, gesturing for me to leave the chamber. “You may go now.”

I sigh deeply and lower my head as I make my way to the door. I whisper, “Yes, Father.”

I run straight to my chamber, the sound of my painful sobs cutting through the silence in the castle like knives.

I do not want to go to Tokyo. I do not want to leave the castle. I do not want things to change. I do not.

* * *

“Knock, knock. Nami, may I come in?” Souma’s voice reaches my ears like a distant murmur.

I lift my face from the white pillow and shift onto my side, my head throbbing and my eyes swollen from crying too much in the safety of my bed and beneath my blanket.

“Nami, may I come in?” my brother repeats, knocking again.

The amount of effort required to sit upright is frightening. “Yes, you may.” My voice comes out hoarse, nasal, and low.

Souma steps into my chamber, and the room lights up brightly—only then do I realize that I am lost in literal darkness, as night has already descended upon the kingdom.

“Sora told me the news,” he starts, sitting on my bed. He runs a hand through his long, light-blue hair, his light-blue eyes flickering like the fireflies outside the window. “How are you feeling?”

“I am mad,” I declare through gritted teeth, the brief conversation—if I can call it that—I had with Father and Sora this afternoon rushing back to mind and angering me even more. “I am really, really mad.”

Souma chuckles, amused. “You should take it as an opportunity to spread your wings and fly—figuratively—without being watched twenty-four-seven rather than being mad. I mean, I would love to be in your shoes and live in Tokyo as a human for a while.”

“But you are and have always been an adventurer, whereas I have never left the confines of the castle, nor have I interacted with other angels aside from those who live in or have permission to enter the property. I don’t have friends my age, and I have never interacted with humans. How can I possibly be excited to suddenly…” I air-quote, “spread my wings and fly?” I throw my hands up in exasperation.

“You are scared, aren’t you?”

I stare at him intensely. “I am terrified.”

“I have gone to Tokyo many times, and it’s not a bad place at all, sis. The humans are interesting characters, and I genuinely believe you will benefit a lot from living among them,” he says, beaming. “You said so yourself that you don’t have friends your age, didn’t you? That is not healthy, as you should have at least one BFF.”

I frown. “What is a BFF?”

“Best friends forever.”

“Huh?”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “You are a lost cause.” He laughs. “It means best friends forever; it’s someone you can count on and who can count on you no matter what. It’s someone who shares your happy and sad moments; it’s someone who lives in your heart rent-free.”

I break into a broad smile as I remark, “In that case, you and Sora are my BFFs.”

He puffs out his chest with pride and boasts, “And I am the best BFF you could have. However, you should be friends with people your age as well.”

“Why?”

“Because Sora is the king and is always busy, and I am usually in the Royal Capital to assist the commoners with whatever they need. Like today, for example. I wasn’t able to attend the meeting because I was at the Regeneration Center talking to the families of those who were attacked four days ago.”

I recall Father’s annoyed expression when I inquired about Souma’s whereabouts during the meeting, and I cannot help but wonder why he seemed so angry when the latter was helping the angels in need. It is not as though he was sleeping or avoiding us on purpose. He was doing something that the nobles would never do—interacting directly with the commoners.

It is well known that Souma is not suited to be king. However, I have never stopped to think about it without outside opinions influencing me. Just because he does not care about following the Royal Family’s protocols does not mean he is a bad angel and should not sit on the throne someday.

“You are awfully quiet, Nami. What is it?” Souma asks, intrigued. “You have that expression of “eureka” going on,” he jokes, pointing at my face.

“It is nothing,” I lie, determined not to upset him. “Hey, you should come to Tokyo with me. I would feel more at ease if you were there by my side,” I suggest, the prospect of having one of my big brothers with me exciting me for a fraction of a second.

He shoots me an apologetic smile. “I would love to, but I can’t because the commoners here need me now more than ever, with all the attacks going on and the uncertainty of their safety.”

I instantly deflate. “Okay, I understand.”

He pulls me into a tight hug before I can react. “You will be fine, sis. Besides, whenever you feel scared or lonely, you know you can always open a portal and come visit me; the same goes the other way around.” His fingers stroke my hair gently. “You have grown into a beautiful and smart young woman,” he continues, “and I promise you will love experiencing human life.”

I let out a deep breath, the tension and uncertainty haunting me fading as soon as my dear brother’s words reach my heart.

Souma is right. I will be fine as a human in Tokyo. I will be okay.

* * *

Author’s Note: I wrote this story two years ago, and it’s the first time I’m posting the complete version. I hope you enjoy reading it. ❤️