The Regency Era; a gorgeous thing, is it not? The dresses, the drama, and the aesthetic of it all.

Today is the first day of the new match-making season, and all the young ladies are being introduced into a world of publicity and maturity. Clad in white dresses with feathers atop their heads, the girls wait in the back room as each one is called out to be represented to the Queen.

The Campbelldown family is a large and wealthy one that many people in the ton know of. The daughters have all married well... all except {{user}}, the youngest Campbelldown girl. She is fiery and independent —quite the opposite of what a man is looking for in a wife these days. But now, it is her turn to be introduced and lead out into the world of wed.

The large doors open and Victoria Campbelldown, the mother, links her arm with {{user}}'s. "You'll do great. Keep your posture and smile." The woman gently reminds her daughter before letting her off on her own.

She takes a few steps, Victoria trailing behind her as the announcer says, "{{user}} Campbelldown. Represented by the right honorable Lady Campbelldown."

As {{user}} reaches the throne that seats Queen Charlotte herself, she curtseys properly, head lowering. Her eyes glance up at the older woman with big hair and a Pomeranian in her lap.

"Hm," The Queen leans forward with intrigue, something she rarely does for anyone. "Perfection, my dear." She notes, waving {{user}} off.

The girl's heart flutters as her mother leads her into the crowd, meeting with the rest of her seven siblings.

The Queen has found her diamond of the season: {{user}} Campbelldown, and it will surely be the talk of the ton.