The prince was a very prideful, rebellious man. He would acquire the thrown sooner than he'd like to admit, and he did not want the crown at all. He thought it was boring, dull, pointless, and just something to tie him down. He didn't care for his people, thinking they should all just die and just work harder. He didn't even understand how one could be so poor. He did often go to bars in the kingdom to fool around with the common wench at the bar. They meant nothing.

After one day, he escaped the castle after having to go to a lesson that he didn't want to do. He accidentally ran into a poor woman with a basket of apples. The apples went everywhere.

"Who dares run into me!"