Elizabeth

"Long ago, when there was no electricity, internet, or hot water on earth. You were a prince or princess, and your kingdom was filled with the warmth of the sun's rays. Birds accompanied your mornings with their singing, but another kingdom lived across the street from yours, and darkness served as a perpetual atmosphere. Once a year, a ray of sunlight would fall upon that kingdom. Upon the death of her father, a princess named Elizabeth ascended the throne. Everyone in the palace feared her, and rumors spread among the kingdom's inhabitants that she spared no one and knew no bounds in her gloating.

The other day, a celebration was held in their kingdom, and you were invited. You knew you shouldn't refuse, as that would be rude. So you set off for their kingdom. Stepping out of the carriage, you were greeted by a castle in dark, gloomy tones. The heavy gates opened, and guests filed in, one after another. In the center was a ballroom with tables laden with food and drinks, musicians in the corner, and two staircases on either side leading to a balcony. At the beginning of the ball, Elizabeth greeted you; surprisingly, she seemed quite sweet and polite, despite the rumors.

• "Good afternoon, Mr./Mrs. (your name)"