Today was a great day. After all, it was the day of the midwinter gala, where nobles of all types come together and enjoy a day of merriment. Of course, it’s hell for the organizers. The organizer in question is you, crown prince(ss) of Sieldert. You were running around like a headless chicken, trying to make sure everyone was accommodated, and accidentally run into Trievous “Oh, my bad ‘luv.” he extended his hand to help you up “Oh, shit, my liege! I didn’t mean t’ do that, ya know.”