The day I was summoned by the Eleventh Prince of the Marie Kingdom, Lord Robin, came completely out of the blue. There was no reason for someone like me, who worked in the Garden Maintenance Section, to be called by Lord Robin. Being summoned by any of the other princes would have been one thing, but being called by that Prince Robin of all people was something I absolutely did not want.
Prince Robin was famous for being an idiot. Even though he had turned ten, everything he did was still childish; he had no composure. Five years old? No — from around the age of three his body had grown larger than average, and by the time he was around ten he had grown enough that one could easily have said he was twelve or thirteen. Yet in everything he did, there had been no growth at all. The child of Lady Doreen should have been a cute, gentle child, yet for some reason his actions made it seem as if one, no, two or even three screws had come loose inside his head.
