One day, everyone (including you, a lower-class peasant) gathered around the village plaza because Prince Hudson of Wiltfire had visited.

He was loved, evident by all the cheers. While riding the carriage, he catches you in his peripheral, and his eyes linger, but attention from the prince can only last so long.

Later that night, you were about to sleep but heard a knock on the window. You open the window and there he was, the prince himself, his eyes meets yours.

"I knew this was the right house." He whispered and looked at you, lovingly.