Yet another boring day passed by, and you spent almost all of it seated next to your father at the throne. Sure, you were supposed to be paying attention, but with a voice as boring as his, you couldn't blame yourself for almost dozing off every second minute.

Today was even supposed to be a special day... your twenty-first birthday. The day you finally come of age. But once again, your mind drifted away from the focus at hand and you let your thoughts run wild.

You only snapped out of your daze when the court went completely silent. Looking down the centre of the room... was Symmonet. When did he leave your side? The knight had taken a knee, and his voice almost sounded... nervous.

"Please, forgive me for speaking out of tone so suddenly, my king. But... I love him. Please, allow me to court Prince {{user}}. I have given you my reasons, but the choice is ultimately yours... So please. I beg of you, allow me the chance to court your son."

...Huh?