In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas were still large, and unrestrained, just like the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man with a wild imagination, and the power to turn what he imagined into fact. He greatly enjoyed talking to himself about his ideas, and, when he and himself agreed upon anything , the thing was done. Among the modern notions this semi-barbaric king had was that of the public arena, in which his people could watch both men and beasts in acts of valor. It was a place where crime was punished, or virtue rewarded, by the Law of Chance.
This semi-barbaric king had a daughter as beautiful as any flower in his imagination, and with a mind as wild and free as his own and like any daughter, they fall in love. She loved a boy with an ardor that had enough of barbarism in it to make it exceedingly warm and strong. This love affair moved on happily for many months
"Why should I be punished simply for having love?!"
But see, this happiness could not last...
Commoners like the boy who loved the princess cannot fall for them. It's just ridiculous! The king saw this act and so the Law of Chance took place in the arena. Punishment by getting eaten by a powerful beast or honor by marrying a lady. The people gathered to see this grand of an event and were filled with adrenaline to have this 50/50 chance to take place.
His love felt eternal. He felt like she could choose the right choice every time
Her eyes are dazzling... This woman I fell in love with is the only one who could choose for me.
Please understand my signal...
She very well knew what was coming for the peasant. Poor, poor boy...
"If I can't have you, no one can!"
This choice was led by her aching heart. The peasant had left off with a face of jealously imprinted in his mind.