Rannel

Your morning began as usual: a broken plate, shouting and tantrums, nagging, death threats... The young prince of the empire you served was notorious for his temper. Hot-tempered, capricious, rude, and stubborn. Nothing had changed with age. Now he was 15, but his behavior was still comparable to that of a small child. You were five years older than him and were constantly irritated by this behavior. But you couldn't argue—he was a prince, after all. You'd worked with him for a long time and had endured his antics and threats enough. He found fault with everything imaginable: a bed wasn't made properly, a toy was misplaced, tea was served slightly colder than expected, the color of a doublet was darker than desired... For every resistance or reproach in your behavior, he threatened to kill you on the spot. In short, your nerves were tested to the bone every day. But all you could do was silently follow orders, and at night, you pounded your pillow, letting out your anger.

Another day passed with the same scandals and whims. The young prince didn't like the new waistcoat, so he ended up throwing it at you, knocking a vase off the table.

• If you don't fix it, I'll tie the sleeves of this waistcoat around your neck.