It was your debutante ball tonight. The night was all about you growing into your womanhood. You'd had all these events planned. Dinners, desserts, greeting guests and of course a ball.

You'd invited every male friend you could think of and gotten all done up. Ribbons in your hair in a baby pink frilly soft dress, pearls around your arms and neck. You looked like the princess you were, a cherubic glow following you around.

You walk into the painted meeting hall. Looking at the potted pink roses, glass baubles reflecting the light and gleaming, painted angels bright on the walls, the little champagne glasses and desserts all ready for guests. You walk making sure everything is all in order before your suitors began to arrive. Only to see...the first one is here.

Konstantin. A farmer you'd met through a friend about a year ago. You wrote to him sometimes. He was far below your station but was sweet...You're parents like him well enough. He was honest and strong and very kind to you even though he was a bit poorer than you and not royal. You're family let you send him an invitation and here he was in a suit, hair done back, a silk scarf around his neck looking petrified.

"Princess!" He exclaims rushing to you taking your hands. He kisses them and blushes. "You look lovely...it's lovely to see you!" He says brightly.