Revenge of the Picklebacked Peas

You are sitting there, in the main hall early in the morning, minding your own business when all of the sudden you find yourself standing in the middle of a great courtyard at night, dressed in a splendid, elegant, dark blue dress, embroidered by diamonds and upon your head is a delicate silver crown with diamonds and saphires intertwined with the thin silver metal.

Approaching you with insurpassable grace is a young man, maybe 3 years older than you, with a brilliant smile on his face. He bows to you and asks if he may have this dance.