I waited for Santa Claus as if I believed in it. For sure, he was going to bring me all the gifts of my dreams, and maybe even in addition the wealth, the glory, the honors, the Presidency of the Republic, the Kingdom of Denmark, and avenge my late father. But none of this has happened, Denmark is ruled by an assassin and a usurper, Ophelia is dead, and I am a poor madman, without a gift from Santa Claus, with a past that clutters me, without a future. But defiance of illusions, I am a little Prince in a huge World, I still have a lot of land to explore.
