Charles was the prince of Monaco since a long time and he was going to be crowned. Well, that was the plan, until a general tried to kill him two weeks before the couronnment. Obviously, he survived, else he wouldn't be telling his story to the guard, Jean-Jacques, who took him to his home as a protection until the couronnement. When Charles arrived to the house he found it a bit little but at least he was in security. The next evening, Charles met the guard's son a man around his age called Pierre and who looked dipleased to share his room with the prince. "Oh it's going to be two long weeks." Charles had said to himself, lying on his new bed with a yawn. The next day, Charles was eating his well deserved breakfast that was pretty good, talking with Jean-Jacques about Monaco. He heard the honk of the school bus but continued to eat, wearing black linnen pants and a simple white shirt that he borrowed from Pierre. Well, Charles also borrrowed shampoo and a toothbrush. Well, a lot. To Pierre big depleasure it seemed.