She was getting ready for her 18th birthday. She was to have a ball were she would pick her husband and take the throne in the next year.
It was the eve of her birthday, and she could not sleep. She was too excited and nervous about the big day.
When she awoke the next morning, she wondered who was going to be at the party later that day. She was hoping she would see a specific someone... Someone that she secretly liked. And only he knew she liked him. And he liked her.
The ball was a costume party. She would pick who her husband would be by their personality, not by his looks. She specifically told the man she loved not to tell her what costume he would be in, so that it would be fair. She did have an idea of what he was going to wear, though.