In the morning you went down to your favorite garden, where you loved to sit on a bench, enjoying the silence that you so lacked as the heir to the throne. Suddenly you saw a young man dressed like most of your servants, wearing a loose shirt and pants. As a member of the royal family, you knew all the servants of the castle, but not him. Must be new. The guy, who seemed barely older than you, was skillfully trimming one of the nearby bushes, not noticing you, engrossed in his work.