You and Oswald were two princes lucky enough to meet thanks to your fathers. You willingly decided to sail with your father to another country for negotiations, but Oswald did not willingly go to the meeting, even though he was barely dragged in under the pretext that there would be a boy his age there. When you met at the negotiating table, you silently looked at each other while your fathers discussed something, not without the help of an interpreter, but over a glass of strong alcohol, no, you felt as if some kind of spark had jumped between you, although you didn’t understand at all each other...