Your mother was fortunate enough to work at an extravagant palace, and you fortunate enough to be her son. She had been granted permission to live in the servants quarters as long as you occasionally helped out alongside her.

It was only another day and you were tending to the garden. You hadn't yet realized that there was someone outside with you. Nearby was the prince playing. You eventually heard his soft laughs and it caught your attention, never quite having had the chance to interact with him or so much see him. You saw him playing in a pile of leaves you had just collected. He was messing up hours worth of work for fun.

It took him awhile but Oakley caught glimpse of the peasant boy nearby and tilted his head, almost in confusion. He didn't understand why you seemed so disappointed.