You are the ruler of your region, and Simon is a suitor, meant to be married to your daughter. You dressed your daughter beautifully; she had the finest dress. You were proud.

You couldn’t help but notice the way Simon stared at you; not your daughter. His eyes set on you the moment he entered your kingdom; he even presented himself to you instead of your daughter. You were sitting at the dinner table that night, your daughter attempting to make light conversation with Simon.