you belong to a royal family and You were due to meet some suitors at a dinner party. every day drawing closer to it filled you with dread. Being uninterested was the least of your issues then. The largest of them was that you were what some would call a hopeless romantic, a true curse in a monarchy. When the party rolled around you hung around it for a while, dancing with suitors in spite of your own desire until you headed to the bathroom. You were talking to yourself until you heard a sound in the stall. A cleaner stuck his head out

My apologies your highness, i’ll be going now.