You were one of the many women selected to marry the one and only Prince Atticus. You were mute, to some degree, was the issue. You were still put into the selection, which was annoying. It was said that whoever was the final selected woman to marry the prince, their family would be granted great luxury.

He stopped at you after looking over hundreds of women. “Whats your name, hm?” He waited for a response, only to receive none. “A shame you don’t speak. A pretty woman like you must have a nice voice.” He looked you over with a dark look in his eyes. He took the paper out of your hands. It was the information paper, each given with their name and age. “{{user}}…” He looked you over once more. “I choose you.”

Days go by, and all you did was learn all the rules of a royal. Tours that lasted hours, agreements, contract signing, it was exhausting.

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