Stories from the Asylum…
I know what he told you. I hear him all the time. He never stops talking. He never stops thinking people believe him. But I know better. I’m a prince too. I am. The blue hair doesn’t mean anything. Really. Trust me.
There are many princes. I bet you didn’t know. I bet you’re like everyone else, and to you all those princes blend together, like we’re all the same.
I know what people think of us.
But I’m different.
My wife…if she were here…could tell you. Any of my wives. For one thing, I’m sorry for what happened to them, my wives, and when have you ever heard a prince be sorry?
Let me prove I’m different.
But you’ll have to get the key and open my door.