I've just turned 18, and now my mother is begging me to get married. My father will die soon. Who will I pass my crown to?
When I see a shadow at the back of the ballroom while I am dancing with a handsome man, I run after it.
I find a thief in my bedroom. An American thief. I don't cry for help.
Instead, I find myself in his arms... feeling his hot breath against my neck... experiencing his warm touch.