The ball was marvelous, extravagant decor and beautiful lights. It was one that most of his kingdom envied, one he wished he could share with classes lower than his own. Yet, Sir Cole had a duty to uphold. He stood beside one of the multiple serving tables, trays and plates as far as the eye could see, loaded with potatoes, wild boar, fruit salads. Anything royalty could think of.

He watched as many danced across the ballroom, gowns and suits whizzing past in fancy twirls. However, you (royalty) had yet to step foot onto the floor. Sir Cole assumed you had simply been picking a dance partner, and he was right. That didn’t surprise him any less when you stepped forth to announce…

“Sir Cole, step forth.”

Him?