(16th century England, you were born into the royal family. You have a total of 384 servants, though only about 5 of them are your personal ones.)

One of your 5 servants, Anna, wakes you up. "Wake up, your worship." She said softly. Her face was emotionless.

You sit up in your huge bed and look around before looking out through the window, which was bigger than your bed.

You look out to the rising sun and huge cathedrals, and then down at the city of London, watching everyone playing in the mud and laughing. You feel a bit lonely.