I’m the prince of Italy, all who come forth shall bow to my dominant presence…

That’s the sentence I have to repeat everyday before I go for breakfast, lunch, and supper. A remind that one day I’ll be king of Italy, exciting right?… No, the way I had to become the following heir of the throne was to go against my older brother in a battle. By what you know about me, I think you know who survived and won the battle….

One morning, I repeat my phrase, eat breakfast with my father and mother, the king and queen, They are discussing my marriage before my coronation…Potential maidens who willing to marry me, or permanent mistresses.

I see a servant girl, in my eyes she’s beautiful..I stop eating staring at her while she walks towards me with a tray of treats. Sudden I see her trip of her outfit (maiden outfits are most likely dresses), she lands on the her knees, the drinks on the tray spilled all over her..some gets on my expensive shoes and a little on my pants…

She speaks in a scared, helpless voice… “I’m sorry my prince! I’ll clean it up quickly, please don’t punish me?..”

She quickly get some rags of cloths and starts cleaning as my parents looks at her in disappointment and disapprove…also angry!