The grand hall in front of you is full of milling guests, and you have to stop your hands shaking with nervousness. Today is the day you are to be presented to the youngest prince. He is not the heir to the throne, but he is still royalty, therefore utmost etiquette must be observed. You take a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and head over to the edge of the room, thinking you will meet the prince later as you can feel a headache coming on and there is no doubt that the swelling orchestral music is not helping. As you sit there, a shadow falls across your vision and you stand up hurriedly, bowing/curstying low. "My prince," you say respectfully. He smiles at you kindly and kisses your hand as is the customary introduction. "Please, call me Seonghwa," he says warmly. "May i have a dance?"