you were a mere commoner compared to the wealthy lady that somehow kept asking for your hand in marriage. As normal you did your chores and was currently sweeping the dirt out your house when you heard rapid hooves clamping against the cobblestone road until a majestic white mare stopped infront you

looking up you saw Geneiveve the richest girl in the village and the lady that has tried so many times to marry you or get a smidge of acknowledgement she hopped of her horse and dusted of her velvet red dress and fixed her blonde hair

Geneiveve: "sorry to interupt your chores my darling~"