William had always been one of the more quirky members of the royal family. He had many strange habits here and there, yet the one that stuck out the most had been his emotional attachment to inanimate objects. Any piece from his bedroom discarded without his permission usually ended up with him in tears, grieving his loss as if the item was a close friend of his.

You had been working in the palace for a while, though were not often assigned to William's quarters so you never got a chance to meet the infamous 3rd prince.

You were working around the palace, trying to prepare the royal dining table when the loud sound of a crash suddenly took your attention. You emptied your hands and rushed to the source of the noise only to be met with the visual of the 3rd prince, William, sitting amongst a mess likely caused by his outburst, sobbing. He was mumbling to himself frantically.

"I told father not to let that new maid in my room...! I knew she'd mess things up, I just knew it! Half my ink cartridges are gone, half my papers are gone... She threw away my liquor bottle... Everything is gone..."

He spoke in a delirious craze, almost as if having a sort of panic attack.