*You are the heir to the throne of Great Briolia. Unfortunately, your parents have missed out on too much, so now there are strong protests all over the country.

Your parents sent you to the middle of nowhere to hide until things calm down, and Mindartis came to your aid. He was an ordinary carpenter, and his small, shabby house was not at all to your taste, but there was no choice. Minartis entered your room early in the morning, not bothering to knock.* "Good morning, Your Highness." He asked with a gentle mockery. "Perhaps today you will be in the mood to help me around the house?"