someday i'll fly, someday i'll soarsomeday i'll be so damn much more
'... and that,' finished Frederick, to the group of Lucklings he had gained as an audience, 'is how I rescued the Princess.' He folded his wings. 'Any questions?'
The Lucklings looked at him suspiciously. 'Really? You did all that?'
'Well ... most of it,' replied Frederick, looking just a little uncomfortable. 'You know, I might have embellished on details just a little bit ... but most of it is true!' The Lucklings did not look convinced.
'If you're the Crown Prince,' piped up one small Luckling, 'Then how come you're here telling us stories? I hear the Prince has much better things to do than storytell to Lucklings.'
'I hear the Crown Prince is much more handsome for a Mallarchy, too,' tittered another Luckling to their friend, who giggled.
'Oh, er, yes but ... I ... ah ... don't ... have much in my schedule today,' said Frederick, desperately grasping for straws. Some of the little flock of Lucklings began to wander away.
'You're not really a Prince at all, are you?' accused the same Luckling that had asked Frederick the question prior.
'Yes, of course I am! Of course. Wh-Where are all of you going? Of course I'm the Crown Prince!'
Frederick is a Mallarchy who truly believes that he is a Crown Prince. Nothing could be further from the truth - Frederick works as a courier who delivers messages. It is one of the lowlier jobs, though he is high-ranking enough that he delivers messages directly to and from the royal family. In spite of the fact he is faced with the real royal family and the real Crown Prince every day, his position does not dissuade his fantasy. He spends much of his time concocting fanciful stories starring himself as the Crown Prince, doing all sorts of heroic deeds that he imagines Princes would do. He often relates his tales to small flocks of Lucklings, because they are the only creatures that will indulge his fantasy.
If Frederick was a little more well-adjusted, he'd probably have a lot of Mallarchies as friends who would firmly tether his fantasies back down to reality. As it is, Frederick's habit of pretending to be the Crown Prince is not the only off-putting quirk that he possesses. Frederick also has an unhealthy obsession with humans. He taught himself to read, solely so he can devour the scraps of notepapers, journals and letters that he occasionally finds on his courier routes. He finds them especially fascinating. He has also developed a rather unhealthy penchant for Danish Pastries, and often attempts to cajole other Mallarchies to try them. However, most Mallarchies don't want anything to do with humans, and as by way of association, they don't want much to do with Frederick, either.
Frederick doesn't seem to mind, however, and he clings tenaciously to the idea that he is, really, the Crown Prince. However, Frederick's rather harmless daydreams have become warped by rumours and the royal family are becoming worried that a delusional courier is going to usurp the throne. Frederick's fanciful notions of court intrigue, danger and heroics might become reality in due time!