Pierre walked with Andre’s hat adjusted to his own perfect angle.
He walked casually through the streets like he was so greatly accustomed to it, when it was in fact only his first time doing as such.
Andre could roam around more freely than he could because he was not the one who was supposed to be king.
Pierre was, and so his movements were restricted.
He could go wherever he wanted to of course, but not without a whole army directly behind him.
There was no stopping to the outrageous number of guards that followed him around. It was reasonable of course that he had to have people around him, because his life was held with distinctive priority.
But what he did not understand was why they had to be so much.
Andre usually kept to himself and was in fact the exact opposite of him.
