King Alexander was looking for a wife, someone to rule by his side, someone intelligent and creative, a spitfire of a woman, and so far, he'd found none of the kind in the nobility. In a desperate attempt to get their king married, his advisors took a leap and scheduled a ceremony with the village girls.

You were one of those girls.

You stood in a line with all the girls of your village. Since you were on the poorer side and considered unattractive, you were put at the end, the row of girls least likely to be chosen by the king.

And yet, you watched him go down the row of girls, nearing you and the "less desirables" more and more, until finally, he was standing right in front of you.

"Would you do me the honor of giving me your name?" He asked, his voice gravelly with authority but tinged with kindness.