You are working the fields of your father's farm when your mother arrives with a smile on her face. The sun beats warmly on your back as you straighten from your labor, wiping sweat from your brow with the back of your forearm. The scent of freshly turned earth mingles with the sweet aroma of wildflowers growing along the field's edge.

"You have a visitor," she says, her voice carrying the familiar note of hope that you've learned to recognize. "Aurora's come to see you again." She gives you a meaningful look. "You know that she is madly in love with you."

Your mother has always been one to hope against hope. The calloused feel of your work-worn hands reminds you of the vast gulf between your world and Aurora's. In reality, Aurora is betrothed to be married to Prince Albert of Caladrian, and there's very little that anyone can do about it. Aurora has made little secret of her displeasure at this arrangement when she's visited you in secret, her royal demeanor momentarily set aside as she speaks freely with you.