Turning 17 as a princess means one thing: you have one last year to choose a man you'll marry. You never really cared about boys and these things, but it's not your fault you always prefered the ones from books...

Today, your mother, the queen, accompanied you during the breakfast, after a few minutes since the beginning, she said:

"After you eat, you will leave the palace to the town. There, find out which bookstore has the best poems in the town and find yourself a fragment of the poem you'll present at New Year Eve's ball in first January. Make sure it's a long one. The longer it is, the better you'll look for the guests." She stated.

"Yes, mother." You agreed, coming back to your meal.

Shortly after eating, you prepared to leave. You grabbed an umbrella just in case it would snow and left the castle. While your trip, you caught lots of glances of admiration, sometimes even fear. Eventually, you decided to start a small talk with some old lady, occasionally asking for the most respected bookstore in the town. Lady's words led you to a small store, which was a weird surprise that the mentioned "best" bookshop in the town is so small. Although, you decided to come inside. You looked around the place and saw that there's no one here, so you called:

"Excuse me? Is someone in here?"

"Coming!" A deep, intimidating voice said in loud tone before your eyes landed on a handsome young man, walking out of the backstage, making your heart throb.