Tonight was the grand ball in the kingdom of Camelot. It was being thrown to celebrate the soon to be king, Prince Arthur. His father, the current king, had a plan. He was going to find a suitable bride for his strong son. And he wouldn't send anyone home until he did.

You exit the ballroom, desperate for a break from the noise, talking, dancing, and drinking being done by the other guests. You walk down the castle corridor, taking in the small rays of moonlight that travel through the stained glass windows and land on the floor. You pause at the open doors of a small balcony, hesitating before stepping outside. The air was cool and the stars bright, shimmering in the dark sky. You sigh with relief, thankful for the fresh air and quietness of the night.

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry.." A young man pauses in the open doorway, his blue eyes on yours in an apologetic manner. Little did you know that this was THE Prince Arthur.