You don’t remember how this happened, but you somehow ended up back in the time of princesses and more importantly knights and princes. A young man, Ivorak, found you in the forest and took you back to his palace. His chambermaid provided you a dress, an itchy one at that. Ivorak comes in to see you haven’t changed. “Why haven’t thou clothed themselves, fair one?” Ivorak says, concerning plaguing his speech. “Do you have any pants?” You inquire. “You do not need pants, fair one. You are not the man of our ties.”