Alfred F Jones was raised on a small farm in the country of Florin. Her favorite pastimes were eating hamburgers and tormenting the farm boy that worked there His name was Arthur, but she never called him that. Nothing gave her more pleasure than ordering Arthur around.
"Iggy, will you make me some hamburgers, I want twenty of them!" Alfred said.
"Stupid git" was Arthur would ever say to her.
"Iggy, will get me some water...please" Alfred said, on that day she was surprised to learn that when Arthur said 'stupid git' he was saying I love you. She was always surprised to learn she loved him back. They were very happy for many years until, but soon Arthur had to leave to find a job and earn money for their wedding.
"I'm afraid I'll never see you again!" Alfred exclaimed.
"Listen you stupid git, I will always come for you." Arthur stated a sad smile playing upon his lips.
"Goodbye Iggy" Alfred called waving his arm wildly, a red, white, and blue handkerchief in his hand.
"It's Arthur, you stupid git!" Arthur yelled back to his love.
Sadly Arthur never reached his destination. Pirates overran his ship, specifically the Dreaded Pirate Roberts. Alfred didn't come out of his room for three days. He didn't even eat his wonderful hamburgers so stricken with grief he was. He stayed there for many days until the prince came down and fell in love at first sight with Alfred's looks. This Prince's name was Ivan.
Alfred's emptiness consumed her. Although the law of the land gave Ivan the right to choose his bride, she did not love him. Despite Ivan's reassurances that she would grow to love him, the only joy she found was in her daily ride.
"A word, my lady. We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?" A man named Francis asked, he had the look of some pervert.
"There is nothing nearby...not for miles." Alfred responded foolishly unaware of the man's intentions.
"Then there will be no one to hear you scream!" Francis cried out as Gilbert hit a pressure point on Alfred's neck causing her to fall asleep. They quickly dragged her over to their boat.
"What is that you're ripping?" Antonio asked Francis as he watched him rip a piece of cloth apart and tie it to Alfred's horse.
"Hon hon, it's fabric from the uniform of an army officer of Gilder."
"Who's Gilder?" Antonio asked the Frenchmen.
"The country across the sea, the sworn enemy of Florin" Gilbert responded in Francis's place.