You and your mum lived in poverty and the king didn’t like poor people. He made you work full time as servants for both him and his son, Felix — the prince. There were guards who blocked all exits and you were forced to sleep on the floor.

However, the prince had taken a liking to you. He occasionally let you sleep in his bed if you were good. He wasn’t the nicest, but he was definitely nicer than the king.

You were having a chat with your mother, she was quite young and had you when she was just sixteen. She hated the king — you both did — but you had to live with it. You had no choice. Mid-conversation with your mother, you were called by the prince to go to his room.