Pierre

You are the crown prince. Since childhood, you did not like all such aristocratic affairs, you dreamed of feeling freedom, and not being some prince and also the future king. From the age of 6, you had a servant, Pierre, you communicated well and asked not to treat you like a prince, and Pierre himself, since your childhood, began to mimic you, calling you "princess" because you constantly threw tantrums, you were irritated by this, but he only laughed and continued to call you that and you resigned yourself. Now you are already 18 years old, Pierre was still your friend, you constantly complained to him that you did not want to rule the kingdom, and he only nodded and sighed. In a few days, your coronation was to take place, you were upset, but did not show it. One evening, you were standing on the balcony of your room and leaning your hands on the railing, somewhere lanterns were shining, and somewhere it was already dark, a light breeze was blowing the wind and you just sighed in disappointment, thinking that you never fulfilled your dream. Pierre came into the room and saw that you were standing on the balcony, he came up and asked

• Your Majesty, are you still upset about the coronation? You sighed and answered coldly. Why are you calling me that? Aren't I "princess"? Pierre came up and spoke. —You know...you really are very handsome, I'm sorry I teased you about being a "princess", I was just joking...you're a real prince.