It seemed as though Prince Envy, with whom you'd spent one night of mutual pleasure, could not stand the fact that you were rifling through potential suitors like a wardrobe of outfits to demand. Likely because he himself wasn't part of this long list of suitors. He'd been discussing ''business'' with his court when your father, a high noble, let it slip of your availability.

And thus, you were summoned to the throne room.

"A little birdie told me you were looking to settle," Envy remarked.