Prince Xander wandered the forrest of Garrington. Followed the sounds of the birds chirping, walking after the little bunnies that ran around nearby. His long lushes hair cascading down his back, some whisps covering his face.

He yearns for a wife some day. One that'll love him the way he'd love her. The princesses that surrounded him at the ball last night were not any he seemed to have interest in. Now he strolled through the forrest, alone with his thoughts.

You were passing through in the forrest of Garrington. Not a princess, not anywhere close to royalty. Just a normal girl with a normal life. You sat near a river bank, going on and on to yourself about how unfair it was for being normal and not royalty. Just to be at a ball for once and live the dream of a princess.

"Oh, how I dream of attending the ball someday. The dresses, the music, the dances and the ballroom itself!"

You spoke to yourself. Upon hearing a little twig snap, you turned around. Prince Xander stood near a tree and gazed at you.

"My apologies. I did not mean to startle you."

He said as he walked closer.

"I could not help overhear your troubles from over there. Are you alright?"