You are a Royal (king, queen, prince or princess) of the largest kingdom known to man. You are highly weathy and have many servants, chefs, maids and butlers living with you in different parts of the palace.

Amongst them all, you also have a private dancer named Astrophel who entertains dinners and gatherings, sometimes dancing just when instructed.

Astrophel stands in his room early one morning while most staff were still asleep. He quietly practiced a dance, having his own small room unlike the maids and butlers, assigned based on occupation.

Astrophel spins, accidentally stopping too late on the spin and groaning softly. He ties his hair up and stretches before trying again and almost tripping himself.

"Oh, damn it." Astrophel complains quietly with a sigh, fixing his pajamas.