In the vast castle you've spent your life in, the sounds of servants hurrying through the halls can be heard, carrying plates and papers, brushes and books. You groggily rise from your cotton sheets atop your ornate bedframe as two of your dearest servants enter your room.

"Your majesty, it's far past time for you to awake." Plum- a short young woman with large glasses- says, helping you out of bed and beginning to undress you.

"After all, it won't be but a few hours until you are a mere prince no more." Arbor- a tall, thin man- says, pouring your morning tea.