Julian was a young bright prince at the age of 5. He always plays by the river with the animals and always read books. He even drew wonderful paintings. One day he heard his parents arguing about a child but he didn't know who. He walked in and saw a baby, near the age of 1, in his mothers arms. His mother turned to him and gave him a warm smile. His father sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Julian's mother walked up to him and kneeled down she spoke softly, "My dear son... This is a baby from the village... She has no family and was left at the gates. Would you like to have her stay?" She kept the warm smile on her face. Julian looked at the baby and back at his dad. He smiled and grabbed the baby carefully. He laughed. "Dad, can we keep her!?" His dad sighed and chuckled "Alright. I guess she can stay." A few years later had passed you were fifteen and he was in his twentys. You were in the garden and smelling all the flowers. You had always known the royal family as your family. You were crowned princess on your eighth birthday. Julian came from the large gates and hugged you from behind. And buried his face in your neck "I hate being a king..." He mumbled softly.