Suddenly, the door before him opened and a bright light shone in front of him. He raised an arm to block the light. Mathias froze at the sight before him. Looked up. Swallowed.

"Is this real?" the Dane whispered. He got up and stared with his mouth agape at what seemed to be his own playhouse. When he received news that he was going to get a maze garden, he was ecstatic. But being given a playhouse as a second surprise birthday gift? He was over the moon.

He walked inside the newly furnished room, not even caring to brush the dirt off his white trousers, which stained them with two brown patches on each side. The light intensified and the objects in the room became more noticeable. Blue eyes brightened like the morning sky. To begin with, the walls were decorated with blue and white wallpaper with images of anchors patterned on it. Next were the floors, which was coloured a bold scarlet red and felt like it was made of the smoothest carpet material. Furthermore, around the room was a selection of oak furniture such as tables, chairs and cupboards. And lastly, around four opened chests huddled on the corner which were filled with many, many toys! It was like having another bedroom and a toy store combined.

"Father, this is amazing! Look, I fit through the door." Mathias exclaimed and waved his arms in the air. He turned around and let out a quiet snigger. "I don't think you can though."

The king chuckled. "I am glad you enjoy it. Now, you boys have fun and take care of this place," he then said and patted the door before leaving.

After the king left, Mathias motioned for his butler to enter. "Come inside Bondevik."

"Yes sir." Carefully, Lukas entered the room.

BAM! Mathias collapsed on the carpet floor and closed his eyes. "Tomorrow I shall start school again."

On the other hand, Lukas stood near the wall that was to the right of the prince, both hands on his back. "Really?"

Mathias nodded. "School is very different to home tutoring, you know - well, you wouldn't know. There's more than one teacher and they all specialise in a different subject. The classroom is massive and it holds a lot of children. Also, you get your own desk to write on. For our 30 minute break we eat our lunch and then we go out to play in the football field. We also learn something new everyday! Did you know that there are 365 days in a year?"

"I did not know that." Lukas glanced to the floor. "Your school sounds fun."

"Yeah..." A sigh escaped Mathias' lips. "But I wish you could come with me. The first year was great, but I felt lonely at times, even when I was around my new friends. It's not fun when I don't get to talk to you for half the day. My friends in school don't understand me like you do."

"I have only known you for three days."

"Don't you mean three YEARS?"

"In those three years, I have spent 3 days talking to you and 1092 days in training."

Mathias took a peek at his butler and huffed. Despite lacking in education, his butler must be unusually smart to be able to remember and manipulate information that quickly. "Maybe I SHOULD take you to school one day."

"I hope you are not serious."

"I am!"

"I could not possibly..."

"You could!" exclaimed Mathias, suddenly sitting up with bright, enthusiastic eyes. "I could ask father; he hardly denies my requests."

Deep inside, Lukas REALLY wanted to go to school. Just hearing about the possibility of learning new information sent a buzz of energy in him.

"If you say so..." Lukas responded blankly, as well as trying to conceal his excitement.

For the whole afternoon the two boys spoke to each other in the playhouse, and seldom left. The young Dane taught the other about science and history and mathematics, and the young Norwegian listened intently in an attempt to mentally take notes. Similarly, the Dane took note of the other's cleverness.

"This boy deserved to go to school," Mathias thought, and he would do whatever it takes for it to happen.

It was 7:00am and the prince and his butler were busy preparing the items needed for school. Whilst Lukas was cleaning the room and arranging the school supplies, Mathias was in front of the mirror, changing into his school uniform.

"Hey, Bondevik."

"Hm."

"Where is my coat?"

"Which coat, sir?

"The long and black one."

In an instant, Lukas walked up to one of the wardrobes and, as if he remembered the order of the clothes, grabbed the desired coat and handed it to the prince. "Here."

"Wow. Thanks." Curious as to how the other found his coat so quickly, Mathias walked up to the same wardrobe and looked inside. He gawked at how neatly arranged all his clothes were. They were organised perfectly: from an area of formal wear to his everyday suites. It was even colour coordinated! Mathias could not help but smile; he was truly impressed with his butler's abilities.

After putting on his coat, Mathias and his butler made their way downstairs and into the living room.

The king, the queen, and all the servants in the household gathered to greet the young prince on his new year of primary school. Apparently, the prince was attending a popular and prestige private school. Lukas was just as clueless as the prince on the meaning of this, but the king insisted that it is better than a public school. Obviously, Lukas didn't know the difference. He has never attended school before. Not even pre-primary.

"Are you ready?" The king asked his son.

"Ever since my first day."

When the prince left the house and rode on the carriage where he was taken to school, the excitement in the atmosphere dissipated and everyone resumed to their daily jobs. However, Lukas' heart was beating fast. Today was a special day for him as it was for the prince, for it was the last day of his three year training in becoming a butler. He could even remember his first day of training as a four year old child as if it happened yesterday. And now he just couldn't believe it was coming to an end.

His instructor, Mr. Beilschmidt, had arrived for his final lesson. He wore a white dress shirt, black trousers and a black waist coat - the typical outfit of a butler. A gold chain also hung from his waist coat pocket which was where he kept his pocket watch. "Mr. Bondevik?" he called out.

Determination sparked in the young butler's eyes. Five hours from now, he would officially become the personal butler of the Prince of Denmark. The thought of it gave him mixed feelings. Taking a deep breath, he then replied:

"Present."