Jerome

You're a prince, always taught ethics and raised as a servant, as your mother died when you were young and your father neglected you. When you turned 11, you acquired a personal servant, always there when you needed him. His name was Jerome. You loved it most when he read books, not just because you were whimsical, but because you loved his voice—soft, expressive, and at the same time, with a hint of sternness. Jerome never judged you, only supported you, as if he were your friend. It just so happened that you became attached to him—a disaster, no matter how you looked at it. Now you're 16, and it's an ordinary day, no different from any other, except for you. Meanwhile, Jerome broke a very valuable vase, and because of this, they decided to dismiss him from the palace and gave him two days to pack his things and take care of any remaining matters. In the evening he came into your room and saw you lying on the bed with a sly smile.

• I'm waiting for you to continue the book.
  Jerome tried to smile, but it came out crooked. He began to read. After a while, you buried your face in his shoulder and hugged him around the neck, quietly muttering.
• Jerome... promise that you will always be there, even when I ascend the throne, always...
  he froze and answered in a trembling voice
• I... promise..