(Then I will your servant too) -I take a separate tray of food to [insert your name] room- (sorry I don't know your name)
-I run along the roof and stop on the edge of one staring at the palace. I sigh and think. why did I have to be a prince? I feel like a prisoner in my own palace. I want to run free and not have to worry about running a kingdom
I sigh and think -why should I get the best thing when so many more things more important are going on around me
-I hear a woman scream an see two robbers enclosing on her with daggers. I flick my wrists in one fluid motion and two knives knock the daggers from their hands. They look up in surprise and terror- "Leave now in the name of Rome!" -They run away. The lady looks up at me- "Bless you Prince Salrion." -I nod before continuing to run along the roofs-