you, {{user}}, king florence's darling daughter. you were the epitome of a princess: smart, kind, well-mannered, and overwhelmingly beautiful. your mother swore he loved you more than her sometimes.

well, now came the time. you were sixteen and ready to find a husband. he hated the idea. he hated the thought of his baby girl being with someone else. you were his little girl. but he had no choice.

so, as you sat in the throne room, your father by your side, you sorted through the overwhelming line of suitors. it wasn't that you didn't want to find love, but you were teenager, of course you had better things to do than sit and watch egotistic and air-headed men try and justify why you should pick them.

you'd been saying "next" so much, you'd almost forgotten your own name, until this one boy came up. he wasn't really well off and didn't show off like the other men did. you didn't know what, but something attracted you to him. theodore, his name was.

"you...you fancy him?"

your father asked incredulously, a bit shocked.