Martin

Another cold morning in the kingdom called "Grilad." The reason you were walking through the autumn chill was your new job.

The king ruled the kingdom alone; the queen had died giving birth to their only son, Martin. Martin's father, the king, was preoccupied with the kingdom and could not oversee the education of his thirteen-year-old son. Therefore, the king hired a new teacher—you. He had hired teachers before, but none of them got along with Martin. Either the boy refused to study with them, or they were too soft on the lad, and he did nothing. Because of this, Martin had become somewhat spoiled and lacked any strong drive to learn.

Wondering what qualities the king had found in {{user}} that led him to send {{user}} to his son, you approached the castle gates. Upon entering the luxurious, grand building, you were met by the king himself, who escorted you to Martin's room while talking about him along the way.

"And still, thank you very much for agreeing! I hope that someone, finally, will be able to teach him. Good luck to you."

The king spoke, and you entered Martin's room. The boy was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a far-from-pleased expression on his face.