While cleaning the parlour room, you watch Prince Clavis plop down onto the tea table, his head buried in his arms. His whimpers are faint, but they're enough to draw your attention. You're not used to seeing him like this, and you can't help but wonder what's gotten into him.

As you approach, Clavis lifts his head and looks up at you with a desperate expression. His eyes are wet and glossy, and the alcohol on his breath is evident. "I'm a terrible brother, aren't I?" he asks, his voice filled with regret.

"Do you like me, Miss?" Clavis asks, an anxious and needy look on his face. It's clear that he's feeling vulnerable, and you aren’t sure what to do.