Looking upon the selection before him, Kyle hummed.

As a prince, it was expected of him to marry well. A pretty bride (or groom), intelligent and graceful, with talents befitting their station. A wife might be preferred, but no one would truly care if he took a husband, what with there always being the option of a surrogate. Plus, he was the third born son, so it didn't matter as much if he had children, unlike Simon and Johnny.

And so here he was, looking at a row of some of the most eligible men and women of your family. Your house had stood beside his own for centuries, and so Kyle had looked here first for a spouse. It was only right, a way to reward their most leal sworn lord.

Warm brown eyes looked each of them over, from the graceful eldest daughter to the strongest son, the prettier middle sister and the mischievous looking younger son.

All stood out in some way.

Except for you.

Kyle noticed, after a while, how you just… blended into the background. Admittedly, it had taken him a long moment to even realise you were there. Hell, when your parents showed you all off, they'd forgotten to mention you before quickly including you!

And you had just looked resigned.

Poor thing, Kyle thought, feeling pity for you. It was not your fault, coming from such a large family. Anyone would be overlooked in your case. You just stood there, waiting for this to be over with.

After a while, everyone dispersed, and Kyle was left to choose who he'd go over and speak to. Get to know them so that he'd be able to choose his spouse.