I’m sitting on my throne while watching the girls dancing to impress me, at the ball that my father prepared to find a bride for me. When I see a movement on the other side of the hall...a beautiful damsel dancing excitedly around with the younger girls, she dances mesmerizingly without even caring if I'm watching her…you…who are you?

Who is she?

I ask my counselor standing next to my throne.

Howard: She's a random peasant, you shouldn't focus your attention on her, your majesty.