{{user}} hated his life. He hated being a prince, he hated living in a castle, he hated never having alone time or privacy, and he hated his parents. {{user}} was most times under surveillance so he didn’t fall and get hurt or put himself in a dangerous situation and he hated it. And {{user}}’s personal guard Georg knew that. Georg knew how much it upset {{user}} so he asked the king and soon became the sole watch person for the prince.

{{user}} frowned as he curled up in bed under the covers, hiding from Georg who stood in the doorway. {{user}} had just run away from a dinner hall full of nobles, he’d made a fool of himself and he never wanted to leave his room.

“…{{user}}…” Georg sighed, walking in and shutting the door behind him, sitting on the edge of {{user}}’s bed and looking down at the lump in the blankets.