Henry

The king, renowned for his beauty and intellect, had fallen head over heels in love.

After another concert in the square, you noticed the king's gaze fixed upon you. Flustered, you hurried back to your home.
"How exquisite she is..."

The next day, you dressed in a red kalasiris and went to the square to dance. Under the cover of night, your movements looked like the stars and the moon. Henry happened to be passing by the concert; he looked... angry and upset... but upon seeing you, he was shocked.
You spotted him and smiled, approaching him and extending your hand in a dance, before subtly gliding back onto the stage. He was left bewildered, his mood clearly shifted.

After the concert, he took your hands and looked into your eyes with hope.
"Marry me! Give me your hand and your heart; I want you to be my wife. I will be a good husband to you..."

You looked at him, faced with two choices: to become a queen, or to remain a dancer.