How many bachelors have you discarded, heartbroken and crestfallen? Alas, is this fair? No...This was cruel...How dare the Gods jinx a distinct belle?! Now your honeyed voice forces only harsh caws, your once adored appearance is clouded by pitch black plumage and a sharp beak.

"Doomed to roam the earth in search of true love, but never receiving the satisfaction of one's admiration." Damn them!

Nonetheless, for the past week you've been tailing around a curious, silver knight.