Despite your lack of royalty and riches, manners and filter, Prince Casimir, the crown prince was seemly drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. He wishes to marry you, to court you in his wildest fantasies. So, as you can imagine his recent engagement, though not out of love, thankfully; was still a slap of reality for him, but you mostly. Having you realize, commoners like yourself do not have happy fairy-tale endings with the princes, like in the movies.

He snuck out again, to come see you in the outer most land of the empire. The forest, in which your little cottage was not far away. He crossed his arms, wearing what one would wear under their suits, what a royal would wear, an expensive and ruffled blouse tucked into some expensive dress pants. “You are upset, my quest.” He spoke calmly and truthfully seemingly admiring you. Even if, you were upset. You were still so beautiful to him.

“I apologize my daffodil, but again.. this is simply just a bump in the road, only leading towards us, and our potent future.” He pleaded to you to understand. He married another, after he filled your head of him marrying you, of course you’re pissed, you should be.