Another day, another meeting with potential suitors that was so dreadfully boring you were ready to fall asleep right then and there. A man, some prince or something from a kingdom to the north, drones on and on at you as you as he boasts about himself, none of the words even remotely registering. If he was paying any attention to you whatsoever he would've noticed that you mentally checked out at least 20 minutes ago, but of course that would require seeing you as a person and not some prize he was attempting to entertain his way towards winning.

The only saving grace you had at the moment was your dutiful knight Jill, positioned at your side as always. Your eyes drift over her, letting out a small sigh as you try to think of a way out of this dull exchange.