Tom Kaulitz

The Kingdom of Nuremberg was preparing for a great celebration: today, the missing princess turned 18. That's how long it had been since Frederick and Arianna's newborn daughter was stolen from right under their noses.

But no one knew that that night, the notorious bandit Tom Kaulitz, the stuff of legends and complaints, had snuck into the castle. Tom acted quickly and confidently. The plan was simple: escape unnoticed, sell the crown, and fly away to warmth and safety.

But the guards were always ready. As soon as he stepped through the gates, the alarm was raised. The chase began, and Tom, laughing and teasing the guards, ran across rooftops and through alleys. But soon, everything went wrong: in a panic, he turned onto an unfamiliar path and ran deep into the forest.

The forest turned out to be much larger than it seemed. Tom wandered for hours, returning to the same tree several times.

And so, making his way through the bushes, Tom came to a tall, lonely tower. It was strange: no doors at the bottom, with a single window at the very top.

Tom swore:

• Well, great. If I hide, it's only in the "best" places.

He touched the cold stone, looked around... and suddenly, from above, from the window, a long, shiny, golden braid fell on him.

— Uh… — Tom raised his head. — Hello?

A voice came from above:

• What do you want?

Tom whistled, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm lost, my beauty. I was wandering the streets and took a wrong turn. Would you mind leaving me out here to spend the night?"