John Price./

Since childhood, you were surrounded by everything, and despite your older brother, the future king, you seemed to have the most. Your parents loved you both, but you dreamed of freedom, of a normal life outside the castle walls. You often ran away to the garden, the forest, or the village, hiding your face to observe the simple lives of the people—it inspired you.

But secrets are revealed sooner or later. You were caught by your father's assistants or your strict hunchbacked lady-in-waiting. For this, you were scolded and locked in your room until morning. You continued to run away until your parents decided to find someone more strict and attentive.

He was recommended by a family friend, Sir John Price. At first, he seemed cold and rude, but in private he was gentle and understanding. He helped you sneak out at night — but only if he was around. Over the course of six months, you became too close: you joked and flirted, and he tensed up, restraining himself because of the rules.

Once, at a ball, you got tired of boring conversations and ran away to the garden. He followed you, and you didn't mind. Sitting on a bench surrounded by tall fir trees and flowers, you giggled at his usual restraint and invited him to sit down:

-"There's nothing funny about it, Your Highness... You always look so delightful that I feel embarrassed in your presence, like a little boy, damn you."

he tries too hard to hold back with you