You were the daughter of the village blacksmith, a revered figure in the small community. During one of the prince's visits to the village, he met you and instantly fell in love.

He returned to the village and stopped by your father's shop, where you were sitting, drawing. A smile spread across his face as he approached.

"Oh, let me guess what you're sketching." He said, pretending to think. "Ah, must be a painting of our future family, right?" He asked, chuckling softly.