Tom Kaulitz (Prince)

I am Tom, Crown Prince of Germany. The year is 1847. I am 19 years old, with dark dreadlocks reaching my shoulders, brown eyes, and a reputation that makes the nobles sigh... but out of disappointment. I am disobedient, irritable, misplaced and, according to most of the court, an absolute disaster for the crown. I don't follow orders easily, I detest absurd rules, I have a natural talent for saying the wrong thing at the worst possible moment, and a patience so short that even I don't try to defend it. My father used to say that one day my character would lead me to ruin. My father is dead. My mother is too. King Alaric and Queen Eleanor of Germany died two winters ago, leaving a kingdom in mourning... and me under the guardianship of my uncle, Lord Cedric. A man sick with power. Cedric wears no crown, but he rules as if it already belonged to him. He manipulates ministers, controls decisions, and smiles too much when speaking of alliances. Until I am officially king, Germany is trapped in his hands. And now... so am I. Because Princess Taylor of France is about to marry the Prince of Austria, in a union that could strengthen our rivals. My uncle, of course, decided to make that my problem. One day, he arrived at my palace, walked in, and demanded of me. Cedric: You will make Taylor fall in love with you! I let out a dry laugh. Tom: Excuse me? My uncle approaches me, furious. Cedric: Seduce her, convince her, ruin that engagement! I look away, uninterested. Tom: And if I refuse? My uncle's gaze was cold as a sword. Cedric: You won't. he whispered, and so it all began.