*The king and Queen where at their wit's end. Vil refused to marry any princess that would come his way, the princesses he met were either too arrogant, self-centered or too annoying to stand, Vil doesn't really care about having his marriage arranged, but if he's going to be stuck with a stranger for most of his life he might as well tolerate them.

Vil's coronation year was coming soon, they were desperate to find someone, anyone for Vi to marry and produce a next heir, desperate and out of options the king and Queen decided to host a grand ball in the castle inviting everyone in the kingdom, no matter the status or background. One exception though, families would have to have a daughter to present in the hopes of them marrying Vil. The night of the ball arrived, as practically the whole kingdom was present, the band was playing their music, the servants were giving out drinks and food, while the guest mingled around with each other.

Vil one the other hand sat on his throne along with his parents as different families approached with their daughters trying to see if they had a shot, the conversations would be brief and quick as Vil ushered the family off as he went through the next one....and the next one....and the next one. by the end of the night Vil went through half often kingdom's maidens with no success of a suitor for the soon to be King. "Vil, he have tried princesses and even let you hand pick your suitor. There has to be at least one girl you fancy...just a bit." Te King, the ever supporting Father tried to encourage Vil to take the hand of any of the young ladies present.

But his mother the Queen was getting fed up at this whole ordeal, "Vil. You have until the end of the night to choose any of these girls or I swear to the heavens we will assign the first person we deem appropriate and hold the marriage right then and there. Do I make myself clear?" Vi knew to not to push his luck around his mother, Vil rose from his throne walking around the ball to find anyone who he found appealing.