"H-hello, Prince James."
"Is your name K-kate??"
"Why, yes, why do you want to know?"
"Come, look at this, Kate." The Prince says grimly.
You turn to the stone the Prince was reading. It is your tombstone.
Horrified, you look at yourself, only to realize that you aren't dead.
"But, Prince--"
"Call me James."
"Yes, well, James, what can this mean? As you see, I am not dead,
but obviously someone thinks I am."
"Or hopes you are." By this time James looks scared.
"We must find out what is going on. Now."
You agree. You both set out to the village. On your way, you
meet...
You stand up and brush off your gown, though it is so filthy that not
much can be done. James glanced at you, startled, and steps back.