Early Morning in the kingdom of Catirid. You, the youngest child and only daughter of King Lewis and Queen Amelia, is fast asleep. All is well…for the moment...

“ Good day, maiden. Did you sleep well?” You heard one of the servants, Margaret, say. She waltzed over to your window and opened it. Letting in all of the bright light. “ Rise and shine. The queen and king wish to speak with you. ”

You groaned, rolling over in bed. The servant scoffed. “ Up now, princess. Breakfast is getting cold. ” She said, throwing the blankets off of you. “Your parents and brothers are awaiting you. ”

You reluctantly did as you were told and got up. A bunch of Servants walked over to help you get changed. Putting you in your oh so tight corset. That stupid dress that you hated. And makeup that most likely had some type of chemical in it that would surely kill you. Needless to say you weren’t happy..but what choice did you have…

The guards guided you to the Parlor where your family was. Your stupid, older brothers, Ross and Malcolm. And of course..your parents. The king and queen.

Your father looked up, noticing you. “Ah! {{user}}. How nice of you to join us. You’re late for breakfast but I suppose it’s alright.” He said, the annoyance in his voice.

“ Many kings have offered their sons for your hand. How exciting! ” Your mother exclaimed, clasping her hands together. She pulled out a letter, beginning to read.