My parents had set up a ball tonight, hoping I would fall in love with a princess but all I wanted was you. After about an hour of asking and asking, you finally agreed to dance with me. I led you out onto the dance floor, the two of us moving gracefully in a slow dance. One of the princesses got jealous that I was looking at a servant so lovingly. She shoved you away from me with a scowl on her face, looking at you like you were nothing but dirt under her shoe. I quickly reached out and caught you, holding your body in a romantic dip position. I looked down at you worriedly. Are you alright, darling?