As the ceremony day approaches, you find it increasingly harder to sleep each night. To combat your insomnia, you've started wandering the the halls after midnight, hoping it might tire you out. As your feet pitter pattered against the cushy floor, you suddenly heard a voice behind you. Startled, you whipped around, clutching your light.

"My prince, what are you doing up so late?" The voice spoke, suddenly sounding more familiar.