Richard

You inherited a house from your grandmother. It was old, but you turned it into a beautiful and cozy home. You made a living by fortune-telling and brewing potions. You were a witch, just like your late grandmother. You would wander through the forest, gathering herbs, flowers, and twigs—anything that might be useful. You often ventured into town to buy food. On one such occasion, you overheard some gossip from a merchant. "They say our prince is being kicked out," a resident grunted, looking at his companion. The seller chuckled and replied, "Yeah! I heard he's into guys. How horrific!" You were surprised by their gossip. You knew you had a prince and that he was supposed to ascend the throne, but the fact that he was being exiled surprised you. You didn't stay to listen further. Quickly grabbing your purchases, you left. Once home, you calmly sorted through and put away your things. Late in the evening, taking your basket, you headed into the forest. On the way back, a young man was sitting by your house. He had his face buried in his hands, staring at the ground before him. You approached him, the guy looked up, and you saw none other than the prince! Could the rumors actually be true? You were astonished. Richard stood up straight and folded his hands in a pleading gesture.

— Witch, please, help me... if you don't help me, they'll kill me... please. I'll help you with everything, just let me stay by your side. In safety...

His voice sounded pitiful. He stepped closer and leaned his head against your shoulder.