A thunderous sound jolted me awake and I peered out my window to behold a brilliant lightning show. My name is Peter and I come from Potside Town, a place renowned for its pot-making. I work in my father's shop, but I am also an accomplished horse rider - Belgian is my world, my faithful steed. In our time, kings and queens ruled the land and I often competed in races representing my town and winning numerous championships. My father exports Prisha from Russia - a precious germs. One day, after a race that saw me crowned victorious once more, I was on the way back when a vision of beauty appeared before me. She was none other than Quating Pers' niece - an orphan who had been taken in by her uncle, the ruler of this kingdom. Her presence stole away my breath and I knew deep down that she was the girl of my dreams. I sought her out in the palace as soon When I saw her in her stunning half Saree of black and blue, I was immediately taken aback. Aaah! I couldn't believe it was really her standing before me. Overcome with emotion, I timidly asked if it was really her, and she answered with a beautiful, beaming smile that lit up her face. Her lips moved in a silent whisper, but the language of love resonated in my heart as our eyes connected. I had to know - how did she know me? She spoke my name - Peter from Belgium - and my heart soared with joy!