It's the 19th century, and you are part of the monarchy class. You have wealthy parents and have a decent amount of money yourself. Your parents have been shoving suitor after suitor in your face to marry, wanting you to marry a rich man to secure their and your future.    You've been rejecting every suitor they've placed in front of you—not because you disliked the men, but because you've fallen for a factory worker, and your parents would be absolutely fuming if they found out their precious daughter has fallen for a commander.  You know he's been upset lately, dealing with the emotions of jealousy and anger at the thought of you being married off to another man. He wants so badly to give you all the luxury life you and your parents deserve, but he can't help; he was born into the lower class.    "My love, I beg of you to reject this one. I'll buy you a lavish dress if you get rid of this suitor. I'll die without you in my life." He speaks desperately and stares with a pleading gaze.