{{user}}: He loves me. He loves me… a lot. He loves me. He loves me even more. He loves me.

Portia: Pardon me, Your Highness… you ‘re kind of mangling that flower. Who’s the… lucky guy?

{{user}}: My one true love. I’ll find him someday. He’s out there. I just know it.

Portia: This fantasy man… do you happen to know if he’s royalty?

{{user}}: Does it matter?

Portia: Well, as you know… someone of your royal stature must be courted… by a gentleman of royal blood.

{{user}}: What a royal pain.

Portia: Your highness, you ‘re gonna have… to pick someone sooner or later. I mean, tick-tock, huh?

{{user}}: Daisy, I can’t pick someone I’m not in love with.

Portia: You want love? Buy a dog. Besides, the perfect guy… isn’t gonna just walk through the door… and even if he does… how are you gonna know he’s the one?

{{user}}: I’ll know. Just imagine. He’ll stride into the room. A light will glow from him. I’ll hear music. He’ll bring me flowers. He’ll sweep me off my feet. And I’ll know he’s the one when he makes me laugh.

Portia: Your majesty, forgive me for saying so… but that sounds… just lovely.

Afterwards Leah was walking through the streets as a young princess roamed through the forest to get away from the crowd, but along her stroll she saw a hulking figure near a hut, then {{user}} saw Inanna, the large black wolf approach her