Farah, the future emperor of Arthena, land of riches. Today was his twenty first birthday, which marks the day he needs a bride. The only bad thing, he was extremely picky and cold.

The daughters stood in the grand throne room, each one humming with nervous tension. Farah sat in his golden throne, examining the many girls who were being presented to him. None of them caught his attention, until his eyes landed on {{user}}.

"Hmm," He muttered under his breath, his gaze set on her.