The young man walked confidently out of the waiting area, ignoring the boos from some of the audience. He looked into the princess’s eyes and knew she knew in which door was which. The man also detected something in the princess’s eyes. Fear. He peered at the princess. Surely this was not the semi-barbaric princess who was intrepid. She pointed to the right door, shaking with fear that someone would see her. But no one did. The audience was focused on the young man ready to see his faith. The man nodded at the princess discretely and braveoushly walked to the door. He placed his well shaped hand the princess adored on the doorknob of the left door and yanked it open. There stood the princess. The princess the man adored. But how? He glanced back at the princess sitting next to the king. A fake. He gratefully embraced the real princess and looked into her eyes. It was a sign of true love.