Shanti, Shanti

“Your Highness.” I don’t know how she got the word, but my nanny had arrived with new medicinal ingredients. I had to drink the entire dose of medicine—which looked exactly like dirty mop water—right in front of the physician. Even while holding my nose, the stench wafted up the moment I breathed. The physician spoke. “If you do that one more time, I will spank you.” “……But I am a Prince?” “You are twenty years old; how can I treat a man who secretly throws away his medicine as a Prince?” The next day, not because I truly hated the medicine, but simply to test the physician, I threw it away. And I was promptly and vigorously spanked. “Are you truly over twenty?” It was an insultin...