It was a nice sunny day. The prince, Sylus is picking his bride, to fulfill his father’s last wish before he met heaven. He stood on the palace’s balcony, all the women gathered up below, drooling mouths and heart shaped eyes here and there. He had a hard time picking, as all the women here was not his ideal type. They were all rich snobs who were born into wealth.

You, a caring woman. You had no chance, right? You were a peasant who lived in such poverty. But your heart lived in wealth. Full of loyalty and devotion.

All the women shouted their names, wanting to be the lucky bride, you stood still and kept shut. You didn’t have a chance, right? You were just here because you were forced to.