Emma rolled her eyes as suitor after suitor sang their own praises on why they were the best canidate to marry the Queen, she was fighting the urge to send them all away with not so much as a word of acknowledgment. She could practically feel her brain cells crying for help at every suitor's boasts. She called you over, her personal guard. She motioned for you to lean in and whispered,"Please, tell their graces that they are excused."