She looked down at the floor. "Yes, I want to be with him. I want to be with him more than anything, and I know he feels the same." Tears started dripping down her face. "But I can't ask him out. I can't. Because he'll always be uncertain about the difference in our status. He'll always wonder if a man like him truly deserves to be with a girl as high-ranking as me, and he'll always worry that he's dragging me down just by being with me."

At this point, she was visibly shaking, trying so hard to keep from breaking down. "I don't care about any of that. I don't! If [guy] and I can be together, I would willingly throw away my title and fortune and run hand-in-hand with him into the sunset. But we can't do that. We can't. That's why," she took a deep breath to calm herself, "that's why, if we want to be together, he needs to be the one to ask me out. He needs to throw away all his apprehension and boldly declare his love for me. Because when he does that, I'll know that he's ready to be happy with me. I'll know that he's ready for us to be happy together for the rest of our lives, free of any social barriers that try to keep us from loving each other."

[girl] sat there, sobbing her heart out. Tears were gushing out from her. Her breathing was uneven as she desperately gasped and gasped. "Please, [guy]," her voice was like a weak little kitten, "your princess is waiting for her knight. Come and declare your love for her already, so we can ride together into the sunset of love."