I am grateful to your kingdom and you for accepting me, and for taking me in. My family and neighborhood back home wouldn't have treated me as hospitably and genile as the people I have encountered today.
Poor beggar, my heart is full of gratitude and compassion that your sorrows be mended. I hate to see good-hearted people like you suffer for no reason at all, though we complete the same amount of force to fight for survival.
In our neighborhood, my siblings and I are terribly mistreated, since my father and grandma regularly purchase drugs. We are forced to beg for food, and are badly penalized with severe beatings, if we don't do our duty.
How was life for your family and you in the remote village, about one town over? How were you treated by your family members? Were there rivalry or arguments, which arose?
No, we cannot afford servants, because my family is paid a low salary for their jobs, so we are forced to live on a a short food supply, live in a jammed room with other families, and cannot even purchase amenities.
How does your family get ready and organized before departuring? Do they own plenty of servants to help your sisters undress and take off their garments?
In my free time, my friends and I will come together to horse around and play all kinds of games, such as recreating a monarchy reenactment, as it has been my dream to see a real prince in an actual majestic palace.
Who do you converse with, in your free time? Do you execute any activities or spend time with mates?
I have the same wish. As a kid, I have read a myriad of books about extravagant princes in bold, fascinating palaces, and the bright animations come to life in my head. I covet for a single day, where I can spend time in the King's lair, and try seeing life from a prince's perspective.
I can relate to your conditions. My father is compelling me to complete orders, strictly by the codebook, and wants me to act like a proper king. I wish just one day, I could step in your shoes, and see life from a peasant's side.