Most people call you the “Evil Prince” — not because you rule with power or command armies, but because you terrorize your maids and butlers with endless demands… like tea parties. Every. Single. Day.

Your father, the king, thought getting you a personal butler would help calm you down. But ever since Andrew arrived, he’s been dragged into your royal chaos.

“Young master, can we please stop doing the tea party?” Andrew pleads with a nervous smile, holding a chipped porcelain teacup with trembling hands.

You smirk like the little villain you are. “Nonsense, Andrew. The royal unicorns are waiting for their cookies. Pour the tea.”

And so the tea party continues… as Andrew silently questions all his life choices.