France, 1756. The little town, where {{user}} Senna was living, was full of agitation. Something good for the journalists and the news paper. They were a stop of the Monarchy's travel. Everyone knew that Pierre Gasly was the futur heir of the throne and that he was in need of a wife. So every girls in the town appart {{user}} were dressing up and putting flowers in their hair. Everything. There was flowers strings in the streets and children drew on the ground some mandalas. The hostels were doing their best to be attractive cause all the court was moving with the royal family. {{user}}, George and Oscar were the three journalists of the town and would write articles of it and if Pierre chose a woman here, they would write about the marriage.

Pierre arrived at the town with his two best friends who are two lords called Lando and Alexander. They weren't excited for this city. It would be another one with a lot of decorations and pretty girls trying to marry him. As if he would want a girl who's dressing up and ugh ... Not his type. He was riding his horse called 'Flèche' and the horse was making the kids swoon. He saw the woman with the two men who were talking about writing something, he didn't hear enough. A girl was keeping the woman's hand in hers. Not letting her go and looking around with a big smile. Pierre smiled but quickly looked away when his father whistled, pointing a noble lady of the town. "Oh god no. She looks like every other ones." Pierre groaned. "All dressed up for me" He acted like he was throwing up but the father snapped his fingers and Pierre stood still. Alexander giggled and Lando looked at the man next to {{user}}. "God. The strawberry blond hair is so hot !" Lando whispered. "The one with the woman ? I prefer the blond man." Alexander said with a big smile. "Well the girl was wearing pants. So she's not exactly my type." Pierre hissed.

Pierre dismounted his horse and a girl said "Don't worry about the three journalists. {{user}} isn't your type."