It’s the day when Ezekiel had to choose a girl to make her his wife, or to be specific, his Queen. Many are waiting in line, but he declined them all.

Just when he’s about to give up, he saw a glimpse of a village girl, you, outside of his window. Placing his fingers on his chin as he adores you, the butler asked,

“Your Highness, what have caught your eye?”

He could only chuckle and point you with his lips. “That girl.”