I arrived in the ball room, seeing the guards struggle to keep the palace gates closed, with pounding of the hands hitting the door. I stood in my position, right by my throne by the long red carpet. I signaled the guards to let the ladies in, not really wanting to do this, but having to, due to his father. All the ladies lined up, each taking their turns bowing at the prince, him taking their hands and giving them handing kisses, the politeness and respect, indicating courtesy towards them. Who on God's green earth, would invent hand kissing. I don't feel like admiring and giving a bunch of women the kiss of the hand. Later on, a girl arrived... around the time of nine thirty, she was the most beautiful young lady that I have ever seen. She was wearing a blue dress, almost white. She had her hair in a bun, but something was a little odd about her, she didn't have ears. And her hair wasn't covering them up either. She was still the prettiest, unlike the two sisters Anastasia and Drizella, who both were ugly. Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone when you see these two. Avoiding all the other girls, pushing them out of my way, I finally got to the girl, who looked confused, looking around at the floor, ceiling, and the pillars. I took her hand and asked if she would like to dance. Of course she could resist me and she took my hand as we glide across the ball room, feeling as if were floating on water.