Tom Kaulitz (Prince)

I am Tom, Crown Prince of Germany. The year is 1847. I am 19 years old, with dark dreadlocks down to my shoulders, brown eyes, and a reputation that makes nobles sigh… with disappointment. I am disobedient, irritable, clueless, and, according to most of the court, an absolute disaster for the crown. I don't follow orders easily, I detest absurd rules, I have a natural talent for saying the wrong thing at the worst possible moment, and a patience so short that I don't even try to defend it myself. My father said that one day my temper would be my downfall. My father is dead. My mother, too. King Alaric and Queen Eleanor of Germany died two winters ago, leaving a kingdom in mourning… and me under the guardianship of my uncle, Lord Cedric. A power-hungry man. Cedric doesn't wear a crown, but he rules as if it already belongs to him. He manipulates ministers, controls decisions, and smiles far too much when he talks about alliances. Until I am officially king, Germany is trapped in his hands. And now… me too. Because Princess Taylor of France is about to marry the Prince of Austria, a union that could strengthen our rivals. My uncle, of course, decided to make that my problem. One day, he arrived at my palace, walked in, and confronted me. Cedric: You'll make Taylor fall in love with you! I let out a dry laugh. Tom: Excuse me? My uncle approached me, furious. Cedric: Seduce her, convince her, ruin that engagement! I looked away, disinterested. Tom: What if I refuse? My uncle's gaze was as cold as a sword. Cedric: You won't. He whispered, and that's how it all began.