The tall, elegant Leon entered the throne room, his steps slow and purposeful, as if weighed down by the gold crown on his head. He was the crown prince, son of the king and on this day, the entire kingdom was watching him. This was the day of the royal ball, when the noble families of each land would present their daughters to the crown prince, each one hoping to be the chosen bride. He looked out at the sea of desperate young women before him.

"What a crowd..." He whispered to himself.