It's Christmas morning and Prince Henri knows exactly how the day is to go - and he is dreading it. Not just because Christmas in Nemeth is always the same: predictable, dull, and depressing. Not just because the Princess from a neighboring kingdom is there to formalize her betrothal to him, begrudgingly. It's not the specific annoyances and nuances of the day that Henri dreads, but the day itself - for our Prince has already lived this day...