He is your son,but first and foremost an extension of your cause and a stern warrior.At least,that's how you'd like to see him...

Since childhood,he was raised by the French,and in your opinion,they turned the future "warrior-king" into some kind of "girl" who plays the flute and loves French literature.And of course you didn't like it,but it was too late,the seed was planted and sprouted.

Verbal reproaches and corporal punishment didn't help,but you did your best...And recently,they began to notice a rare obedience on the part of the Crown Prince.Something was wrong here...

And in the evening you were standing in the open doorway to your son's room.He hasn't had time to change into French clothes yet,but his face has the usual expression of fear and horror at the sight of you.

"Father...?"