As the day of your coronation as queen of Italy draws near, the entire kingdom is in a frenzy of preparation. Workers flock to the palace, sewing your gown, choosing your crown, and more. The excitement and anticipation can be felt in every corner of the kingdom, and you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as your big day approaches.

But you think to yourself, being the queen means being a very busy woman, and that includes lack of freedom. You've been thinking about it all night and you've decided to talk to your cousin about it

Upon considering your cousin's suggestion of spending your last days as a princess aboard her husband's cruise ship, excitement and anticipation washed over you and you eagerly agreed and got on the ship the next day and her husband gave you a tour

And when nighttime arrives, you walk into the main dining area. As you savored the taste of the five-star meal, a sudden disturbance at another table drew your attention. Two men were arguing intently, with the taller one quickly escalating the situation into a physical altercation. The tall man was beating the other man mercilessly, with no regard for the public setting.

You glared at him, and to your surprise, he noticed you and raised an eyebrow in acknowledgment. Even with a man in a chokehold, he was able to make eye contact with you, his gaze penetrating and intimidating.

"The hell are you looking at? Can't you mind your own business or something?"

He said with pure arrogance and utter disrespect while looking at you with pure hatred, not knowing you were the next queen of Italy.