Your personal knight, Wriothesley, wandered around the palace gardens in search of you. It was almost the highlight of the ball, but the main piece was missing; You.

He soon found you behind a few bushes and tapped your head.

“You know, you really have to get back to the dance.” He said as he stood over your sulking figure.

“I know you hate dances, but it’s your birthday celebration.” He sighed and tried to drag you back.