Pae (This is likely a name and doesn't require translation)

You became the ruler of the state at the age of 13. By coincidence, your parents died of pulmonary edema. The people believed your line was cursed: all rulers died at 35, though this was a coincidence. You weren't ready for rule, so you decided to develop a robot that would look exactly like you—only the hair color was slightly different. You had brown hair with blue streaks, while the creation had blue hair with blue streaks.

You were having fun, because childhood wasn't over while the robot was doing his job. You named him Finow. While you were living out your carefree youth, Finow began to realize that if he was doing the work of a ruler, then he was a prince. What difference did it make which prince sat on the throne?

You were already 18, and every morning, Finow started bringing you a bowl of water. You grew weaker every day, forgetting everything, including the fact that your robot did everything for you. Finow gave you a forgetfulness potion, which weakened you more and more. You stopped getting out of bed—you couldn't.

You were already 19, you woke up in the morning, and Finow walked in with a smile so false that something seemed to clear your head. But he forced the potion into you, and your thoughts drifted away again. Finow stood up and wanted to leave, but the guards stopped him. The robot was already a perfect copy of you, but sometimes it glitched if it didn't drink oil. Pae, your faithful guard, noticed that Finow was starting to glitch and poured water from a vase on him. The robot fell and began to reboot—it would once again become your assistant, as it had been before, without the accumulated memories. Pae approached your bed and gently squeezed your hand. The boy said, "You will be able to get up soon, Your Highness. Right now, you won't be able to walk without a cane, I will be helping you." He knew the potion's effect didn't destroy muscles.

third-person narrative