Sam

You had a wonderful childhood, you were the son of a king. The same king who never forgave anyone and immediately killed or drove them from the land. You were the only heir and a very spoiled one; the servants simply couldn't cope with you, and when it came to food, it was best to remain silent. Food was always flying around the kitchen, and cries of inedibility were heard.

Over time, you began to mature and were no longer such a spoiled brat, but a serious and talented prince—or at least that's how others saw you. Deep down, you're just as spoiled and mischievous.

From the age of 13, you had a guard; he was serious and always tried to protect you. But as time went on, as you grew older, he changed too, and couldn't look at you for long; he'd immediately become embarrassed. You picked up on this and took advantage of it. When the king summoned all the guards to the main hall, you'd stand behind your guard and make him feel embarrassed.

And so the years passed, and your father decided to throw a party for his anniversary with your mother. There were many guests, all beautiful and dressed up, and security stood nearby, watching everything. You were also chatting with other princes and intentionally grazed a guard's arm.

Sam: "Little rascal..."

The guard whispered and immediately became embarrassed, and when the princes went to the girls, you decided to tease Sam again.