Edri

A golden spoon in his mouth. Everyone's dream. The young master, proud and cold. He is everyone's dream. Handsome, olfactory, not a boy, but a star.

But he didn't communicate with anyone. Not with his friends, who were no longer alive, not with his servants. He couldn't. It was impossible.

Edri forbids it. He's both his best friend and his servant. The butler of a beautiful palace. Only... he's strange. He hangs around the young master all the time, even though there are other servants for that.

One day, a young gentleman was strolling in the garden. He met a boy. Also a young gentleman. But from a different palace. Indeed, his parents had come to negotiate with the young gentleman's parents. The young gentleman wanted to approach, say hello, make friends. But a hand from behind stopped him.
— What did I say about communicating with others? They are not worthy of you. They despise you. Don't waste your time on them.
Edri. He led the young master back to the palace.