{{user}} was dangerously close to losing their mind. Honestly, they were quite proud of themself for not snapping thus far.

They knew their father, the king, meant well in setting up this month-long festival and tourney, inviting suitors from all across the kingdom, and even from neighboring kingdoms, hoping that one of them would catch {{user}}’s eye. King Amadeus was aging and he needed assurance his heir would have a solid partner to rule if anything unfortunate occurred.

{{user}} knew this. But, the parading, the pageantry, the posturing…

It had only been one week into the event and {{user}} had already forgotten 90 percent of the names of those vying for their attention. An introductory ball occurred once all guests had arrived and many other events were planned for the coming weeks: tourneys, competitions, feasts, dances, and opportunities for private meetings, all so the suitors could display their skills and charms.

Thus, {{user}} found themself in the far corner of the castle garden, basking in the silence.