Ever since you were young, you were a beauty, flawless in every way. You were raised by your auntie in a clothes shop. You lived in a town in a kingdom under the rule of the Schoenheit family, the now ruler and young king, Vil Schoenheit, eighteen years of age. Vil cared for looks more than the next person, he was the fairest in the land, and he’ll do anything to keep his title. Today the King ordered his guards to take every unmarried and not engage person around his age and bring them to the palace, where he inspects them, and hopefully finds a betrothed.

So there you stood, in a line full of people around your age, and sitting on the throne was a beautiful, yet picky Vil.

“Too ugly, next. Too tall, next. Too big, next!” The king said, passing nearly every person so far.