Andrey

Andrey's surname itself spoke of royal status, "Princes".

The surname "Knyazev" was feared by both servants and residents of the city. Andrei was not afraid to execute anyone he wanted, and was distinguished by the fact that he was extremely cruel and heartless.

He was 40 years old, but he was in good shape, with broad shoulders, hair just below his ears, slightly graying... he constantly argued with his wife, constant stress, constant hatred! All this showed in his premature graying.

It was his birthday.
How can I say, a birthday... Before, in his youth, he celebrated this holiday with joy and drinking, but now he simply understood that he was again a year closer to old age.

And my wife stayed in the palace... After all, guests arrived today.
It was impossible to show up without a full team...

He looked at the jester, saw how skinny he was, and saw how they dragged him here... He grinned slightly and waved his hand to the guards, showing them, like, get out of here, I know what to do.

Getting up from the throne, he approached the boy and looked him over from head to toe.

• Hello. So, you are that very gift...sorry about these ignoramuses.

He helped him up from the floor and brushed off his clothes...

"Hmm...your outfit is ridiculous...it's an eyesore. Ask the courtiers to bring you some decent clothes, and come back looking presentable. I have no desire to look at your hideous thinness..."