- Adam

When you were seven, your mother died, causing your father to become more cautious. He was afraid that something would happen to you too and would never forgive himself. You were always a quiet and calm child.

Because your father was a duke, you had to read a lot to be smart. You didn't mind, as you really enjoyed reading and it helped you escape from the world around you.

Today, your father was summoned to the king, and since he had no one to leave you with, he took you with him. The palace was enormous, the long corridors hung with paintings, there were many different expensive decorations, you examined everything with interest, and when your father stopped, you bumped into his leg. When you looked up, you noticed the king, and next to him, a boy two or three years older than you, whose appearance was identical to the king's, as if he were a miniature copy of him.

The king's heir looked at you with interest, and you just hid behind your father's legs until he spoke.

“Please play with Adam while I sort out a few issues,” your father said kindly and patted you on the shoulder, encouraging you.
You looked up at Adam, who smiled and extended his hand in a friendly gesture, inviting you to come with him