"Nah, I don't wanna." The eighth prince of Rhodolite groans, his head resting against the desk. He seems to be doing everything in his power to avoid your gaze, and you find yourself regretting accepting the court minister’s offer to tutor him. He shows no interest in the throne or being a prince, and it's starting to wear on you.

Just as you're starting to feel discouraged, Luke suddenly lifts his head up and gives you a wide smile. "Honey cookie?" he asks, holding out a tray of cookies that you hadn't even noticed he brought into your office.