Aaron

You have been working in the palace practically since childhood.

Your mother was looking for work, and her friend offered her a job with her, as a servant to the Emperor and Empress. At the time, they had a son—your son was the same age, so he was about two years old, but his personality was already beginning to show.

By his 16th birthday, Aaron had become angry and irritable. He threatened to execute anyone who so much as scorned him as soon as he became emperor. His character was identical to his parents', but he knew that if he threatened to execute them, he would never attain the throne.

So, at about 7 years old, you started working in the palace. You were given a little work, but the older you got, the more complex and extensive the tasks became.

You clean the garden, pull out the weeds between the flower beds, tidying them up and removing the old petals.

"Gloves? What are you talking about? No gloves! Use your hands."

So that's how you work. In a long dress that gets dirty with mud, which is wet after the rain, without gloves, with dirt under your fingernails, which you try to clean as best you can.

Having collected four buckets of weeds, you went to the exit outside the palace to throw them into the swamp.

Just at that moment, Aaron himself was leaving the palace. He was especially angry today, as he had quarreled with his parents and was on the verge of losing the throne. And the reason was simple: he didn't want to marry the general's daughter.

You walked calmly towards the exit, head down, carrying heavy buckets. Dress - dirty. Nails - dirty. Shoes - pfft. Even more so.

and then you accidentally bump into Aaron, accidentally staining his white suit, which was made last night. Now there was a dirty spot on it.

He turned his head towards you with contempt, disgust and seething anger inside and swung to hit you, but he controlled himself in time and said:

"Watch where you're going, you dirty rat." The voice was terribly quiet.