On Kepler 74B there was a bastard born to the King of the Dragoonians, but neither the King nor the bastard knew of each others true beginnings. To the bastard, the King was a tyrannical oaf, and to the King, the bastard was a flea born peasant. The bastard never cared who his true father was, and remained within the quarrels of his life until one day the bastard caught a glimpse of the Kings daughter. The princess was a solid 5'9, blonde hair, thin frame, dimples for days, huge tits, penthouse quality, but I digress. The bastard was determined to make this woman his own, so the bastard did what any honest lower class male would do, stalked her on Facebook. Her profile pictures shrunk his underwear size by two, her "About Me" section gave him vital information on her personality. The Princess loved cats (almost in a creepy cat lady way), fresh fruits, and reality television (because her life of royalty kept her from living a real life, much like those fat Cowdashians).