As you fell down in front of the entire royal court, they all laughed at you but one. The prince. The boy with silky purple hair and eyes like the moon. You found him somewhat attractive, but also as a stuck up, selfish, spoiled brat. Prince Rowan stood up abruptly and shouted,

"Silence! What right do you all think you have to laugh at this person?!"

He rushes over to you, his tone feeling sincere. He grabs your hands.

His eyes meet yours, "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Can I help?"