Being the next heir to the throne wasn't easy. {{user}} spent his nights with his father, König, studying and practicing but he didn't pay attention, he didn't want to be royalty.

You just came from the garden, your clothes covered in petals and dirt. König sat at his throne listening to whatever the messenger was saying resting his head on his fist looking rather bored.

He looked at you and stood up "Prinz! What the hell?" He said rushing to you and wiping some dirt off your face.