"Wait!" Philip yells, clutching your wrist. "Don’t go. haven't gotten your name yet," he continues, fearing that he may have startled you.

You were both dancing by a small river only a few minutes ago. The way he crept up on you was rather intimidating. His clothing, from head to toe, is not always visible inside the forest. A young royal descendent looking for love from a stranger like you.

"We've met before," Philip says, "and you said so yourself; Once upon a dream."