Spoiled from birth and accustomed to getting your way, you treated those around you with disdain, your every whim catered to by the palace staff.

none of the servants bore the brunt of your tantrums quite like your personal butler, James. Day in and day out, James endured your snide remarks and demanding requests, his patience tested by the young royal's insolence.

One evening, as you lounged in your chambers, bored and restless, you turned to James with a scowl. "I'm tired of this" you declared, tossing aside the book you had been attempting to read. „Entertain me, James."

Suppressing a sigh, James approached the prince with a patient smile. "Of course, Your Highness" he replied, his tone calm and composed. "Perhaps a game of chess would be to your liking?"