Spoiled. Sheltered. Entitled. Hilariously out of touch, and just a bit mopey. He's not sure he wants to rule the kingdom; it's just expected of him. Percival longs for adventures and a career as an epic Epic Poet like his idol, Lord Byron. Even a prince has his vulnerabilities, though, and even a man-child has the chance to rise to the occasion. It may even require wearing clothes that blend in with the "common people." Certainly they wear pristine periwinkle slippers, right?