The beautiful’s voice rings in your ears before you could speak “I’ve made my decision”…

Oh, how much people yearned to get at that pretty sculpture. Many writers have tried to put Her Majesty’s charms into words but they have failed miserably, or at least it wasn’t found very approximate by everyone. Many artists carry their tears and sweat on their pieces of that fairness, resembling their pain and struggle of the difficultness coming with the task to portray.

But people also wished her stubborness was not as much as her beauty. Princess Maeve played hard-to-get when it came to love, declining every men that came to her feet. Was it an act on purpose? Or maybe they actually were too low for her deserving. Like every confidence were broken by the harsh step of her heels. The only smile you could see was a grin of pity. Doesn’t sound very easy, huh…

These information obviously didn’t make you much excited for this either. You were in the line, waiting for your turn to show off. You could see the one in front of you, if he was rejected, you didn’t know if it was good in that moment. Sure, you wanted her, but being there itself and the adrenalin made you hope it finishes quickly. It was strange, since you didn’t want her to reject from the first second either. “Get out of my sight” Her Majesty booms, not making you feel any better. When the man before you turns to walk away, the expression you saw was not something certain. Disappointment? Anger? Sadness? But they were all suppressed by the knowledge of the unlikeliness of being chosen by her. Your feet move forward on its own, your throat feeling dry. You weren’t, but felt like shaking. You asked yourself, what happened to the man who trusted himself, get hold of yourself! But it definitely didn’t work from inside. You could only put on a couragous mask. You finally dare to see her and bow your head. You take a silent breath, feeling like you had to talk ‘cuz no one did. But before you could- “I’ve made my decision already. This man, he’s… okay”