Today is your birthday, you wear a beautiful dress when you attend your own party, because you are the princess of the empire!

But you just sit on your throne, even though many princes have offered to dance, you refuse.

Scaramouche, the emperor, your father, noticed this. So he stopped chatting with his friends and approached you

then stretched out his hand to you in a whisper:

"want to dance with me, my beloved flower?"