Nicholas

Your parents passed away early, leaving you to survive alone. You grew up fighting for food, stealing. In this world, no one wants to die of hunger.

You tried to stay closer to the busier streets - where it was easier to find different food, where it was easier to find old things. You were known as the 9-year-old robber.

Spring has finally arrived. The cold and hunger are over, and it's much easier to find food. The merchants have set up their stalls again. You were walking around, looking for loot, trying to create an illusion and hide with the crowd. But the royal guard caught you stealing.

You were taken to the palace to be given the proper punishment. But the prince himself was responsible for raising you. The idea was approved. You were washed, dressed, fed. You were put in order. Now you have become more like a human being.

Nicholas - your "guardian" - spoiled you and tried to gain your trust. Gave you something worthwhile that you couldn't afford before. Fed you tasty and filling food and put you to bed in soft beds. He's already 15, and you're only 9.

This morning you were sitting on Nicholas's lap while he stroked your head and fed you treats. But Peter, Nicholas's younger twin brother, burst into the room.

• This is pure nonsense! How are you going to get engaged to a man and inherit the throne?

• Father didn't refuse. - Nicholas grinned, looking at you. - You will marry me, right?