You never found royal banquets amusing. They were always a drag to attend; getting ready to go to one was much more exciting than actually being there. The pomp and circumstance, the rigid etiquette, and the constant scrutiny from the aristocracy made the whole affair feel suffocating. Yet, as a member of the royal family, attending these banquets was an obligation that could not be avoided.

You were at a normal one, talking to some forgein duke about the weather, when someone caught your eye. He's tall and staring right at you. What do you do?