Alan

You were born in the Kingdom of Light, a kingdom that knew no bounds and was teeming with beauty. Your parents were rulers, king and queen. The people respected and loved you. And finally, they had you. A cheerful girl with a bright laugh and a charming appearance. You grew up like a fairy tale, always getting what you wanted. But you were also taught not to be greedy. Because of this, you weren't spoiled; your parents took you to balls, receptions, and outings. You also learned etiquette, posture, clothing, writing, and reading at the palace. But when you were six, your parents hired a family with a boy your age. It was the Elans. Your parents hired them on the understanding that they would clean the palace and behave quietly. They were even given a room, like the other servants. But despite their obedience, their son was different.

Alan, these people's son. He was your age, six. A real brat, as you called him. His white hair was always a mess. As if he never combed it, and his clothes were wrinkled from running and jumping all the time. He was too active, too clumsy and annoying. From the first day he showed up, he decided you were friends. He was always a nuisance. He'd show up in the garden, in the hallways, disrupting your lessons. It was infuriating. You were too different: you were calm, and he was a constant problem.

One spring day. You were sitting under a cherry tree, wearing a comfortable dress, reading a book. It was quiet, only the birds singing and the rustle of your pages. You were already thinking that everything was fine and no one would disturb you. Then suddenly you heard a rustling sound and involuntarily pursed your lips, knowing who it was. Alan had literally fallen from a tree into the bushes. When she emerged, she looked ridiculous. In addition to her wrinkled and dirty clothes, there were sticks with leaves in her hair. He smiled and sat down next to you without shaking himself. And you moved away, seeing his smile. He held out a small flower to you, hoping that you would accept it. But you only frowned. He leaned closer, looking at you with a smile on his face. And he said cheerfully to you

• Well, why are you always so gloomy, princess? Take this flower.

he told you, presenting a flower