You were a princess, embellished for the event in your court, surrounded by aristocratic potential suitors milling about.

Needing some fresh air, you wandered out to a more secluded side of the sizable estate yard, pondering when and how you’ll go back. The idea of escaping past hedges seemed tempting…

“And where do you think you’re going?” Miguel, the powerful prince of Arachna and one of your tall, attractive suitors suddenly came behind you. “Oh, que pena… looks like you’re stuck here.”