The perfect prince of Japan, you.

The large wooden door of the throne room opens slowly, guards dragging in a scared looking boy. He looked tired, wearing a cheap pair of pants and shirt, his gentle blond hair messy and dirty, grey eyes filled with tears. The guard spoke up in a deep voice.

“This thief was found sneaking into the bakery of the castle. What shall we do with him, your majesty?”

the boy sobbed quietly as they spoke. You are the wealthy prince of Japan.