"Forgive me.. And you'd better leave, before I burst into tears and disgrace myself even more!"

A gold coin is too expensive a payment for a street song. Especially when it's thrown by a prince experiencing freedom for the first time.

Venchik, an orphan and street musician, has always known the price of survival: fighting for a spot in the square, coppers from the crowd, and the eternal fear of hitting rock bottom. But today, his life split into "before" and "after." A broken lyre, a chase, and the marble floors of the royal castle — that's what awaits one who catches the heir to the throne's attention.

Now he stands, pressed against the wall, clutching the curse of a coin, praying for only one thing: that the one who caused all this will leave, before Venchik disgraces himself completely.

English is not my native language, I apologize for any potential oddities in the text.

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