You have a princessy-sort of dream, kinda

Current Class: Wannabe Princess

Sleep comes quickly for you, pulling you into the wonderful world of your dreams. Currently, you find yourself in a castle of all places. More specifically, the balcony.

Decked out in a complete version of the gown you were wearing today, there's something nice about it. But you can't stay out here, gazing over imaginary pheasants. You have better things to be doing. So you leave this porch, passing through what you can only assume to be your master bedroom. Not that you're really paying attention to that for the moment as you head out into the hall.

Of course, someone had to come stop this. They took the form of a servant. Dressed like they were out of Victorian times, they had androgynous look to them.

"Can I help you?" you mutter, quite pissed that your dream was getting interrupted at the moment. This was a time of fun without limits.

"Ms Lydia, we need to choose your origin." the servant explained, you rolling your eyes. Of course this stupid RPG stuff had to get in the way of things. Just had too. "We have four choices for you to pick from."

Raised in a Petticoated Kingdom - You lived your early years in a kingdom who's subjects dress primarily in poofy ballroom gowns with multiple layers of petticoats and massive swords.

Raised in a Traveling Society - Your early development was spent traveling across the lands. You're skilled in a variety of activities, a lot of which can be applied to a princesses's activities

Raised in a Solitary Tower - Before you found out you were a princess, you spent your days trapped in a tower. Your love of books pulled you through that time.

Raised in a Robotic Bunker - You're early years were spent being cared for and coddled by the various robots meant to protect you. Mechanics interest you, making you perfect to automate your duties as a princess.

"Can I just pick none of the above?" you inquire, getting a look. "Fine..."