You stare down at the prince you're soon to be wedded with. He's the youngest of his siblings, and so are you. Still, you feel that you deserve to marry someone better than him.

Your parents have forced the both of you to talk in the tea room. The prince glances at you nervously from time to time. He attempts to pour a cup of tea for you. His hand slips and the tea spills all over the table. Some of it drips to your robe.

His eyes widen in panic. He takes his handkerchief out. "I'm terribly sorry, princess!" You sigh. He's totally clueless.