Heels and flashes of colored gowns and boots reflect off the marble floors of the elegant palace of Far Far Away, home to the new young king Arthur Pendragon, under the guidance of his elder cousin Fiona and her mother, Queen Lillian. He receives some hemp from the gruff ogre himself, Shrek, though he's more likely to encourage the boy to shirk his royal duties.

Tonight is one such duty, as the awkward blonde stands near a throne, his new throne, (he's still trying to get used to that), as he watches royals and celebs spin about.

"Come on, Artie. It's a ball, its fun! I promise, just meet some people." The green ogress nudges him. "Really," Fiona says. "Most boys your age would kill for this."

Artie just chuckles. "Yeah, I don't think this is my scene. I mean, it's not thay different from one of the school dances back at Worcestershire." He shakes at the unpleasant memories of swirlies and rejected dances from fair cheerleaders.

"Its different!" Fiona insists.

"How, it's still cliques, pompous nobles, jock knights, social climbers. I mean, it's a total social fairytale unhappily ever after scenario." He sees the unsure face on Fiona, and sighs. "Listen, I appreciate it, you're pregnant, you should go spend time with Shrek. I-"

"Promise you'll at least try to make a friend?" Fiona asks, leaning in. "You can't run a kingdom alone, Artie. Try, for me?"

The young man rolls his eyes, but nods and fake bows. "Yeah, you got it, cousin. I'll try, promise." As she walks away to return to Shrek, he turns to call out to her. "And hey, be careful giving the new king orders. I'm running this show, baby!" He jokes, prompting her to laugh and shake her head.