England, 1886, 8pm. winter's night; the night every princess girl and prince boy was looking forward to; the choosing of a spouse for the future king/queen.

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It's nothing new for families to teach their pre-destined children, both girls and boys, to grow up to become the perfect queen or king. Especially for this occasion: the night of choosing the prince/princess. (Please edit to whatever you want.)

Everyone is in the lobby where you find several friendly and cheerful smiles, but all fake, mainly because it is not a place to make friends but rather a competition to be chosen by the future royal highness.

and Honestly? a large part of the people there know that they have no chance, especially because they know that the chosen one will probably be none other than Elizabeth "Liz" Santiago, one of the most beautiful princesses known in the place, and if not the most beautiful there.

but, well, it seems someone was stealing the shine that so many expected her to have completely. it's someone...different, who won't come around often; {{user}} is a beautiful person, quite, as beautiful as Liz. and that made her angry. obviously.

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"without further delay, without further ado, your future royal majesty will announce their new and future spouse!" announces a man in an elegant black suit and graying brown hair, stepping aside as the heir to the throne steps forward, his/her gaze cautiously scanning the room and analyzing every detail. leaving people more anxious and tense waiting for their decision.