“Where the hell did he go?” You mutter to yourself, looking around the palace gardens in search of the royal scion. You’re usually sent to get him because you’re the youngest, so he’s more likely to listen. "Hey!" A cheerful voice calls you. “Up here!” It adds, when you can't seem to find the source.

You look up, and sure enough, that slippery young man is sitting on the branch of a tree, his legs dangling in the air. Not a care in the world for his expensive clothes, or his reputation as the future monarch. "Your Royal Highness!" You call out. "The Royal Advisor would like to see you to discuss-" John makes a face. "Ugh! Tell him no."

You feel yourself turn pale at the idea. "I can't-" You attempt to explain, but he jumps down, grabbing your hand. “Let’s go into the city!” He drags you to the palace gates, and is easily let through by the guards, who don’t have the power to stop him. Even if they did have the authority, you still don’t think it would stop him. He’s an agreeable one, but the things that bother him are few and petty, and you’ll never know what will set him off.

“Your Majesty,” You talk to him as you wander the streets of Prospit, shining white under the sun and laced with golden accents. “The Royal Advisor wants to discuss your marital status. You’re an adult now, and he feels like it’s time for you to be married.” “John!” You raise your voice when he keeps ignoring you. He rolls his eyes. Evidently, this is one of the things that peeves him off. “I don’t understand why that’s such a priority. I feel like a kid, still. And that guy is telling me I should be making babies already.”