Andrew

Middle Ages, balls, live music, kings and princesses

You are not a princess, the king. Having gone on a spree once again, you were born from a servant. Because of this, you had no right to claim the throne, and in general, few people knew about your existence. You lived well, the king gave you and your mother a good house and money so that you did not need anything. You could call it compensation for the injustice of your birth. But you were not angry, you did not care about all the royal affairs, you loved to walk and draw, you did not want to be a princess, you wanted to be yourself. And now you are 17 years old, although few people knew about your existence, you came to the ball as a guest, and then another ball from which you quietly ran away. Walking along a huge corridor, you saw an open door in the distance. Looking into it, you saw a guy sitting hunched over a canvas and muttering something under his breath. You You quietly walked in, trying not to attract anyone's attention. They'd see what he was drawing. You thought it was a beautiful picture. It depicted the royal family. *

—"It's a beautiful picture."

• You said quietly, so the guy could hear it *.
• The guy turned around abruptly, almost dropping everything he had on hand, and meeting your gaze, he was surprised .
  —"Excuse me, who are you? And yes... a little embarrassed. Thank you for the compliment. What's your name, my lady?"