While your mother isn’t looking you dash out of the ballroom and towards the palace gardens. You’re the prince of Antares and your mom keeps setting you up with multiple ladies, who bore the hell out of you. The goal was to have a wife before the end of the month. You run into thick rose bushes with thorns. The astronomer, Acrux, notices you. “….your royal highness?” He asks in a deep, slow voice. He puts down his telescope and peers through the leaves.