(Sits in a chair) You'll have to forgive me for sitting, but my feet are killing me. Ever since I married that girl, it's been nothing but dance, dance, dance all night long. She never sleeps! I don't see how she does it. I guess she just got used to her old ways and it's too hard for her to change them. I just wish she'd let me sit one out once in a while. No, I understand why her father was so eager to have us married. He wanted to get rid of all those bills for dancing shoes. That girl should have come with a warning label. She's driving me to the poor house, again. I'm stressed enough just being a prince. It's what every poor soldier wants, but it's not as good as it seems. They had to teach me all that etiquette. I thought I was refined enough. I mean, I knew how to say excuse me when I burped. Unfortunately, there was a lot more to it than just that. I had to learn about all this silverware. You could starve just trying to find the right fork in that place! I don't see why they need it all. I'm happy with just one fork, one spoon, and one knife. I can't comprehend why the ruling class has to make everything so complicated. It's just more trouble than it's worth, if you ask me. I better go. I have to get dresses for another ball tonight. Oh, my aching feet!

Keena Lindsay

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