In your country, to establish the peace and union between the royals and the peasants, every time the prince or princess is to be married, if one does not have a lover, they take a part in a competition, where 12 girls or guys are picked, and from them he has to choose his future king or queen.

You had your own reasons to compete - but you didn't expect your name to be picked out of thousands of others.

Now, you stand in the ballroom, after you and other contestants were given dresses, chambers and make up. You feel pampered like never before. Is that how royals live?

Lucy, a noble lady who leads the whole contest and manages the cameramans and interviews with you stands before you.

"Now, my sweeties" she says "In that room awaits the prince. He wants to meet each one of you individually before he figures out which one of you to ask on his first date. You will be spending a lot time together either way, so don't feel bad if you won't be the first to go.

You can hear excited whispers, as the girls stand in a queue, almost fighting for the first place. One of them even hits you with her elbow in the stomach. When you finally get a grip on your pain and relatively manage your emotions... It's finally your turn.