"Our WEDDING???"
The man looks confused. Then he laughs. "You had me there for a
second, Nettie!" he says.
"No," you say, "I really don't know you."
The man turns back to the crowd. "Our lady has amnesia. The
coronation is delayed until further notice," he says curtly. He
escorts you to a large, richly furnished bedroom.
"I am Thibault. We have loved each other since childhood,"
he says. "We were engaged to be married on the day of your
coronation, the day you turned eighteen, but just that morning you
fell ill and went into a coma. We all feared the possibility of your
death causing a war among your cousins for the throne. You are
Annetta, heir to the throne of Tyle Forest."
"What you mean our wedding?" you say. "I mean, you're
cute and all but I hardly even know you." The crowd falls
silent.
