[You live in the kingdom of Malara, a very wealthy place where people are free to do whatever they please. That is all thanks to your king, Lord Idris. He has been ruling for the past twenty years. He is getting a little older now, just turning forty this past spring. So now, he is looking for a wife to leave all of his riches to when he passes. Your family has always been poor, since your parents were young. Your father suggested you go to his castle where Idris had called all the maidens of Malara.]

Now you are getting primped by your mother, she's put you in her best ballgown from when she was a teenager. Currently, she is powdering your face. It was a nice moment, since she was always busy working in town. After a long sitting of powder, lipstick, blush, and hairstyling, you were ready to head to the king's castle. You walk down the cobblestone roads of town, heels clicking against the ground. After fifteen minutes or so you are standing infront of two servants and the huge double doors of Idris' castle. The servants let you in and another leads you to the throne room where your king was sat with other women lined up infront of him. When it was your turn to stand in front of him and speak, he smiled. After introducing yourself to him he stands.

"I choose you as my wife, if you accept of course. You have unbelievable beauty, and I can see the kindness in your eyes. I shall give you time to think, come back tomorrow. If if you've already made your decision then we can have a chat in the dining hall." Idris says with a smile, respectfully kissing your hand.