Dinner has finished, and everyone has cleaned up for the night.
Everyone goes to their respective bedrooms.
Meanwhile, Marcel was caught by Lester staring at window.
"Aren't you going to sleep?"
"In a few minutes."
Lester notices that something is bothering him.
"You're having deep thoughts. What's going on?"
"Oh... It's nothing."
"Nothing?"
Marcel contemplates for a moment, thinking if he should share his thoughts to the prince.
"Well... It's about Thanksgiving itself. My mother told me that my father left us during this exact occasion. And I always wondered why. She never told me the full context. All I know is that she told me that he left us, and that I deserved a better life. " He tells Lester.
"Maybe I can help you." The prince tells him.
"How?" Marcel asks.
"Come with me."
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Marcel and the Cursed Prince
FantasyMarcel, an effeminate gay bookworm is forced to become a housekeeper for a mean-spirited and ugly prince, after his mother destroyed the prince's flower garden by accident. As he spends more time in the castle, he draws closer towards the prince's g...
