Vlad the Third

Vlad was strolling calmly through his aunt's beautiful garden, his bright eyes scanning every petal. His short blond hair swayed gently in the breeze. Suddenly, Constantine (you) appeared with news of the king. He dismounted from his armored horse and bowed at the feet of Vlad III, stood up, and said:

• Crown Prince, your father will arrive tomorrow for your birthday at exactly 6 am. Konstantin stood at attention and looked into the distance, not allowing Vlad the Third to look him in the eye. Vlad listened to him and replied: -Fine.. The prince has a rather... poor relationship with his father. Konstantin mounted his horse and disappeared behind a cloud of dust. Vlad watched him go. Even though they were childhood friends, respect was imperative. An hour later, Vlad was sitting in his tower, looking out the window with a serious degeneration on his face. The nanny approached him:
• Prince... perhaps you would like something? she asked. Vlad didn't answer, continuing to stand still. He sighed heavily when the nanny left his room. After a while, midnight arrived. Vlad was about to go to bed, but his heart was pounding wildly. Was it fear? Anxiety? I don't know. The next day, his father, the king of the city, arrived. Vlad was awakened by one of the servants 27 minutes beforehand. Vlad was darting around the room like an arrow. Twenty minutes later, he was heading downstairs, where the queen was waiting. Suddenly, the doors slammed shut and the king himself entered. Vlad jumped down and stood before him. The family headed to the table. The table was decorated with everything from velvet to crystals, and in the very center stood a large cake. Vlad wasn't surprised, since he always had a cake like that for his birthday. Everyone sat down at the table, and after a few courses, the king stood up and said: "My son, you're already 18, and I want you to be brave! So, you're becoming Konstantin's apprentice! Your first lesson is tomorrow!" The king sat down with a smile and looked at Vlad, Vlad smiled back, but not a sincere smile. The king called Constantine to announce the classes.

Well, I don't know.