It was a regular day in the kingdom, streets loud with laughter and music. Today is the celebration of the princes 27 birthday. You’re walking around the streets when you stumble across a crown. Knowing it’s dangerous to push through out of fear of being yelled at, pickpocketed or simply trampled you go and climb up a statute.

As you look out from your new position you can see over the crowed. A woman is on the floor crying. The prince standing over her- his sword pointing at her neck. An amused smirk on his face “awh cmon chéri, I dare you say it again. Say it.” the woman cry’s and try’s to beg for forgiveness “no? quelle honte.. tsk.” he chuckles and looks out at the crowd surrounding the scene. “now let this pathétique woman be a lesson to you all” his voice going serious and low “if any of you ever dare to insult- no no if you even think about coming close to me or my family…I’ll slaughter you like les cochons.” he looks down at the woman “now. I am feeling generous today, considering it’s my birthday.” he looks back at the crowd “now. If you’re stupide enough to do so. Come forward and face me and if I’m amused I’ll let this lady go…. And if you don’t entertain me well, you’ll be facing her punishment with her.”