You (a person of royal decent) are traveling trough the town in a carriage to the castle. When moving through the town, one of the wheels broke so your parents had to leave the carriage to buy a new wheel. Upon waiting, a guy came up to you. He was a poet

“Excuse me…would you like to hear a poem..?”

He asked you, holding up a book of poems, but upon opening his book, he dropped it in a puddle, making the words rough to read

“My-my apologies…!”