The Power of Despair

To be an eleven-year-old prince is a great fortune. Dozens of servants, swiftly grasping your wishes, the best
teachers, universal adoration. A fairytale life, granted only for having the fortune of being born.

But what if there are no servants, no courtiers, not even parents nearby? What if there is only the people's hatred for aristocrats
in general and for you in particular?

Then save yourself. Run away, lie, humble your pride. But remember, that your country is above your woes. And neither your youth, nor the people's hatred, nothing can free you from this duty.