It's the night of the royal kingdoms annual masquerade.. and as you approach the palace entrance, nothing but dread and shaky knees fill your mind..

You enter only to instantly find the prince, sitting high above the ballroom on his throne.. Oh how your heart yearns for one that will never know of it.. the anxiety stirs as you step further in.. the pater of the rain outside mixing with the shuffling fabric on your outfit as you play with it timidly..