He was in love with a fairytale. A stupid little peasant in love with the princess.

The stupid little princess had been playing with him. Every time he went to the palace to pay monthly taxes, or the weekly resource fee. No matter what he did her sweet little smile stuck in his head.

Speaking of monthly taxes, he was walking through the doors of the palace, when he see's the woman he was just thinking of. he bows, through courtesy. "Good evening princess."