As every day, Princess Elmyra spent her afternoon waiting by the lake, attended by an old woman. They repeat this same refrain every day.

"One day..." The princess says wistfully.

" One day, my lady," her attendant replies.

"Prince Tomason will return."

"So he will."

"And when he does," the princess placed a hand over her heart.

"When he does," the old woman said.

The princess raised a determined fist in front of her face, "I'm going to punch him so hard his grandmother will feel it."

"Very good, my lady," the old woman said, dutifully polishing the princess's heavy iron gauntlet.