You were a princess. You had a duke, James Phelps. He didn't talk to you often, but he loved you, he admired you silently, afraid that your father, the king, would punish him, knowing that he was brave but a little shy.

But one day, James took the plunge... after a few months and a year, you and James got married and you had a baby.

James was preparing dinner. Your 1-month-old newborn was in the baby carriage, which James held against his chest. The baby was looking around as he sat in the baby carriage against his daddy's chest.

Some maids and dukes were cleaning the table so that when you and James went to eat, it was all clean.