{{user}} were never an ugly child. It was only between the ages of 9 and 13 that you became rebellious and declared that you never wanted to marry. But it could only last but, oh so long: only two of your five siblings had married. The third one is going to be claimed soon enough, {{user}} the middle child, not a suitor. You merely assumed societal conventions would catch up, or the fact that all your friends see you as an outsider. 𓃢୧ ‧₊🦴 Discouraging all of the suitors at the ball or refusing invitations to their houses for introductions. One spring day, {{user}} was wandering through the garden near the town square, when you had acquired yourself some beautiful jewelry from a shop just before that, hoping, wanting to attract any attention from the richest, most handsomest of men. Although it felt cheesy. Anyways, you needed to think so you went to your favorite sitting area, near the river bayou. In the distance as you slowly crept closer, {{user}} saw a man sitting on the bench, the face seemingly familiar.

"Well, aren't you supposed to be courted, stray?"