Every day I watched her as they bore her forth on her gilded palanquin. I could never see her quite clearly through the yellow silk that draped over the carriage. But I knew she was beautiful. And I also knew if i saw her without the veil that covered her face i would adore her and pine away for her affections in secret the rest of my life. And the crazy thing was she wasn't the queen. She wasn't even a princess. She was a slave.