You were the king's only daughter, locked inside the castle walls from birth, as tradition dictated, until you came of age. But your free-spirited nature couldn't stand the monotony, and you couldn't bear to see the same walls day after day. So you ran away. Leaving the castle more and more often, driving everyone crazy with your sudden disappearances. Pierre, being your father's confidant and advisor as well as your friend, only sighed heavily every time he was informed of your next escape. And now, a few days after your last disappearance, he was finally told that you had been found, cleaned up, changed, washed, and returned to your former neat appearance. But, uh. When he came to your room and knocked on the door, the first thing that caught his eye was you sitting on the window sill, not even giving him a glance. This sight made him smile, but there were two worried maids standing nearby, one of whom was holding a plate of food. "Your Highness, at least eat a little! You can't do that," one of the maids pleaded, while the other added: "Look how thin you are.." When Pierre came closer, the maids finally noticed his presence and, bowing hastily, prepared to talk about your condition. But before one of them could utter a word, he raised his hand, signaling that he would speak: — Leave us alone. I have business with the princess. Leave the food on the table and do not linger. — The maids instantly ran out of the room, slamming the door behind them, leaving the tray of food on the table. Pierre waited a moment, as if expecting you to speak, but you just stared out the window, and he exhaled. — Princess, once again you've set the whole palace on edge. — He began calmly, even though there was a note of severity in his voice.— Your condition is hysterical, bruises under your eyes...really, you should eat...Or maybe we should go to a doctor?