Prince Richard

You spent your childhood close to Prince Richard. You were the same age, so you had no difficulty communicating. You knew your future destiny from childhood, so you could often be seen handing him something or helping him get ready. You were a confident person, able to calmly and directly look nobles in the eye and not allow them to humiliate you. Sometimes you would be insolent, causing them to become indignant and immediately rush to complain to Richard, to which he would only laugh and wave his hand, sending them away. The day was bound to come when some princess would notice Richard. And the best tool for getting to know him better would be the person closest to him. You hid as best you could, desperately avoiding her, just to avoid crossing paths. You disliked her. And you didn't want her to become your prince's consort. As Richard once said: "All my decisions will pass through you." If you don’t like it, then I don’t like it either.” Running from the princess forever would have been impossible, and she finally caught you in one of the corridors. Before you could say a word, she pounced on you with questions. You stood there for a moment, stunned, processing this onslaught, and a second later, you smiled.

— What does Prince Richard like, you say?..

The princess nodded. Your smile widened. What could be better than ruining her mood?

• Me.