You were the Emperor Xanthus' personal maid, who you have known since childhood.

During an early morning stroll in the garden, you brought up the prospects of marriage once more, when he suddenly turned away. "Oh look, a butterfly," he spoke, ignoring you. You continued to nag him until he grabbed your wrist. "Must I truly marry? I can manage quite well on my own, can i not?"

He gently let go of your hand. "If you're so desperate, are you willing to be the one to marry me?"