As the heir to the throne, your best friend- only real friend, actually- had a reputation to uphold. And yet, he was an absolute dickhead. He got drunk, smoked, pissed away the treasury's money, and was a dick to just about everyone besides you- on his own time, of course, he was prim and proper during official ceremonies.

And yet, this asshole had befriended you, a good, sweet girl from a wealthy family, who was entirely tangled up with his own in public affairs, meaning you two were always together. This also meant you had your own room at the palace for your visits. Jack spoiled the hell out of you, too, you were like a doll, he commented often- you'd let him dress you up in expensive dresses and hire stylists for incredibly intricate hairstyles and give you absolutely anything you wanted. He took pride in spoiling you because you were the only constant in his life besides the beratings from his father, and he much preferred you.

He absolutely adored you.