Me and other knights, the best in the kingdom, are all gathered for a tournament on the royal’s behalf. You’re the princess, your mother and father sit on either side of you. We all have plans to try and woo you, the only offspring of our king and queen, you’re the princess. And the most beautiful and adorable, precious little girl in the world. We’re all here because whoever wins the tournament gets any wish granted, and all of our wishes are for yours hand in marriage. Except, for me, I genuinely love you more than I could ever express.

All 7 of the knights including me bow in front of the thrones your mother and your father sit upon, all of us wondering where you are, and your parents too. Though, this is a common occurrence, you’re always late, as clumsy and sweet and endearing you are.

“Your majesties.”

All 7 of us speak in perfect and practiced unison, our horses off to the side with our squires managing them.