You still have absolutely no idea what's going on, but if this woman says you need to go to your debutante ball, then presumably what you have to do. "Of course," you say. "Lead the way."
She leads you down red-carpeted corridors and past grand galleries. Whatever you're a Your Highness of, they've obviously spared no expense. You finally find yourself at a large wooden door, where another tall woman in uniform stands guard, holding a halberd in one hand. She stands to attention as you approach.
"Your Highness," she says, "Ser Liana, you're running late. The king has been losing her patience."
"We'd better get on with it, then," Liana says. She pushes the door open, then holds it that way. "Ladies first," she says.
It takes you a second to realize that means you. "Oh, right, yes," you say, instinctively flattening your skirt. You step through the door, onto a balcony above an enormous ballroom.
"Preeeeeeesenting..." a loud void declares, "His Royal Highness, Princess Rhys of Solandia!" You halt as all eyes in the room turn to you. You are looking out at a sea of demure, petit men in beautiful gowns, and tall, powerful women in military uniform. The whole thing is too much. You take a step back, and nearly swoon. But before you can call, you're caught by...