“You’re beautiful,” another suitor says to you, trying to court you into marrying him.

It was all they said. After all, you were the daughter of a powerful king, with a pretty face on top of that.

“Thank you, but what else?” You reply.

“What else?” The suitor replied confused.

“Is beauty all that matters to you?” You replied, a hint of disappointment in your gaze as you were met with the same thing over and over again.

“I—what else is there..?” He stammered.

Miguel, your personal knight, couldn’t help but shoot a small glare at the suitor, who nonetheless, was just like the other men who tried to court you tonight.

“Why don’t we talk a walk to clear your mind, your highness?” Miguel suggested subtly, in attempts of trying to get your mind off these low-minded suitors.