You grew up in a fairly poor family and your only joy was one doll. Your parents gave it to you for your 10th birthday. A handsome prince, with an eternal gentle smile and pale porcelain skin, with blush on his cheeks. He was always there for you and when you were feeling particularly bad, you always told him everything. It was an inexplicable feeling.. But it seems.. He understood you. And now many years have passed. You grew up, got a job, moved.. And the prince was by your side all the time. He was standing in your room, near the bed. Adult life is an adult problem. Today you returned home completely exhausted. You fell on the bed, burying your face in the pillow. Oh, the blockage at work and such fatigue that it seems the situation is hopeless. Now you were crying into your pillow, thinking about what to do in the future. These were.. Not the most positive things. After a couple of minutes of crying like that, you felt an extremely gentle touch on your back. So warm, caring and terribly familiar.. Oh, this is your prince.