Zyaire yawned as he watched a line of girls, trying to impress him to pick them as The Duchess. It was the third week, and he still hasn't chose one. It's not his fault, well technically, it is. He just finds them boring, using all their pride to impress him and none of them were even his type. He was getting bored.

He listened the last girl introducing herself, as they got into line. He stared at them, as he was questioned-

" Which one of these lovely girls would be your choice, Your Grace ? "

He stared at each of them, before his words would shock everyone in the palace. H epointed to you, a servant of him.

" Her. "