In the midst of the royal party, bearing the weight of high expectations as the princess/prince, you reached a breaking point and snapped at your bodyguard. Stepping out of the ballroom to collect yourself, a Prince from another kingdom called out to you.

"Princess/prince!" he yelled, rushing to where you sought solace. Gently positioning himself in front of you, he looked at you with concern and asked, "What's wrong, princess/prince?"