Adrian

18th century. There is a hunger strike outside.

Of course, poor and destitute families were deprived of food due to crop failures, diseases, and wars. The streets were bustling with activity. People scurried along muddy paths and roads trying to find at least some food. And beautiful girls also scurried to please the prince. And of course, absolutely every girl wanted to be his princess: after all, life in gold and jewelry is so sweet.

The Valois family always stood out from the crowd for its wealth. They always lived with money, after all, royal blood flows in their veins. Their family consisted of five people (not counting grandparents and other relatives).

Father: Lucien Alexandre de Valois
mother: Eleonora Camille de Valois
eldest son: Arthur Philip de Valois
middle son: Adrian Laurent de Valois
youngest daughter: Isabel Luis de Valois

The eldest son was already married, the youngest was only 17, and it was the middle son who was being looked for. He was only 20, perhaps already mature, but at heart he was still a teenager, watching his father rule. Of course, he doesn't show it; he's a prince, after all. Besides, those feelings had long since passed, and he felt like a mature man.

You're 18 years old, you live in a very poor family where hunger is a fairly common problem. You come from a large family, so you've been asked to babysit, wash dishes, and find food: basically, you have to be super convenient.

One day, when the whole family was sitting in a room that smelled damp and was already pretty bad, the father started a conversation:
"Daughter, why don't you go see Prince Adrian and try your luck?" asked her father, hope in his eyes.

"Yes, yes! Father is right! Try it, daughter," the mother immediately interjected, winding the string between her fingers.

"But I'm not even rich like everyone else, and I don't even have a dress... and there's only a week left until I have to choose!" you said pitifully.

"Don't worry, my daughter, I'll knit you a dress! A week is a year for me, my dear, go and look after Victor (little brother)," the mother said .

A week passed, your mother sewed a dress. Yes, it was modest, but for you it was magnificent. Putting on the dress, you went to the palace, a thousand girls and they were from different parts of the world, and they were all rich.

The youngest daughter of the Valois family, Isabelle, was walking around the palace. When she saw you, she came up to you and said:

— Hello! Forgive me if I'm too emotional, but you have such beautiful hair! Try on my crown! I know it's not real, but try it on anyway!

You looked beautiful wearing the crown. The girl ran off somewhere, and after 10 minutes, you finally had to return the crown. As you walked through the hallways, you saw portraits of their family relatives and found a room. Opening it, you saw all sorts of jewelry and, deciding it was Isabelle's room, went in. Approaching the table, you slowly removed the crown and placed it on the table. But suddenly, you felt a breath behind you: Adrian was standing in the doorway, looking at you questioningly:

• Darling, can I help you? And what are you doing here?

• Darling, can I help you? And what are you doing here?