"I don't know!" sobbed the girl, her name was Rabbit and her hair was parted in two fluffy flares at either side of her head. She had a suitably tragic past. "I don't know what I want! I don't know I don't know I don't know.."

The washed out prince behind her throbbed fearfully. Tutu shivered in sympathy. She crossed her ankles, lifted her hands, lifted her leg. Delicately, she spun forward. The woman stumbled backwards, eyes wild with Uncertainty. Which is what Tutu was now sure this was.

Aaah, Princess Tutu, says our narrator: is this an emotion a prince should even have?

"Why are you even asking!" shrieked the girl, staggering back. "You can't expect me to know these things--"

"But I don't," said Tutu, sweetly. Her body dipped forward. Her arm reached out. She took her hand, and came forward in a gentle swing. Cantering about her. The smell of roses followed. Wind like a chick's down touched their cheeks. Tutu whirled beautifully and Rabbit went with her. Helplessly, fearfully, her steps ragged and off beat. Tutu made it up for the both of them, guiding her through each mistep. Smoothing her arm into a more comfortable curve.

"...I..."

"I don't ask you to know. You can be confused, if you like. If one is never confused, one never questions. It's okay to feel uncertain sometimes. I will wait. I will be patient. And when you decide, I will be happy...you can dance with me whenever you'd like."

"Whenever I..." said Rabbit, swaying.

"Like..." said the Prince, coming away in her arms.

"I," said the Prince.

"Dance with me?"

"Yes," said the Prince, he bowed his head, and took her hand.