It was the prince's birthday and every girl was invited to the ball, except you. Only royal girls could go into the ball, but you were a commoner. Scara went down and looked at all the women there, they looked so fancy, but none of them were his type. His mother ordered him to go into his room and not come out until it was time to pick out a princess for him. He groaned in frustration and immediately went back into his room then looked out the window, seeing the most beautiful person, you.