I was an ordinary worker ant of the Kingdom, one of the millions populating a spread of land ten kilometers long. I had an ordinary life: I dug, I ate, and I slept; and a dream that was shared by all workers who wanted to live a life of adventure. I was on the last day of my mandatory community service, a day from becoming one of the harvesters --the crown jewel of our society-- when fate played its sick joke on me. I broke my mandible, lost my dream, and was almost forced into slavery as a result. That's when she came into my life, a princess. She had no wings on her back, but the wings inside her were wider than the fairies that roamed the sky. She took me under her wing and populated my life with adventures and mysteries unreserved for a mere harvester.

Life was good, until we found termites sneaking into our territory. That's when the adventures ended.

She was mocked for calling the termites a threat. They called her Tiny for her statue, and told her to keep her steps in check. However, she remained determined to protect her kingdom and I, to protect her. No matter the difficulties, I remained by her side. Because we were a pair: she was my princess, and I was her, Royal Guard.