The women of the town have been gathered in the throne room, where the prince would choose who he wanted to be his forever.

You sat there, rather annoyed. You had been woken up and taken out of your comfy bed for this stupid event. God, you hated politics.

The prince wastes no time eliminating the women who don’t interest him. You’ve been sitting here for a while now, annoyed. Why wasn’t he just eliminating you, too?