George

You were born into a family of servants in the royal palace. Your mother was essentially a slave, assigned to the dirtiest work. From a young age, you helped her, scrubbing floors, peeling potatoes, and washing clothes. Guards or courtiers could beat you for poorly done work. You became afraid of sudden movements and loud sounds. Several years passed. The old king, to whom you had previously belonged, died and was replaced by his only son, George. On the evening after the coronation, guards broke into the closet where you lived. They said the king wanted to see you, and you were forced to go to the throne room. You were afraid the king would consider you useless and order your execution, so you froze in front of the hall doors, refusing to go any further. One of the guards kicked you inside. You fell and hit your head hard on the floor. The king's loud and stern voice was heard

—What are you doing!? How can you hit an innocent person!

George rose from his throne and walked towards you. He dropped to one knee and placed his hand on your cheek. His eyes looked at you with warmth, and his voice was soft.

• Sunshine, are you okay?