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“Hello! Good morning!” The voice that spoke was high and cheery, though Tim thought he hears squeaking.

“Good morning! To what do I owe the pleasure!” Tim yelled through the door to his visitor, wary since he had never had a visitor before. He did have manners however.

“I am looking for Prince Timothy! I have something for him.” The voice was still cheerful sounding.

Tim had been worried about this. The only reason anyone would want to be in the presence of someone like him was to try to cull favor with his parents...or take revenge for who they were.

“That is me, although I would tell anyone who asked to just call me Tim please.” He approached the door and opened it a sliver, peeking out at his first visitor.