After completing the princess's bath, you dried her off and assisted in adorning her with her jewelry and clothes. A servant entered, handing you a scroll. With a sigh, you unrolled it, anticipating yet another suitor. Showing the portrait to the princess, you confirmed her suspicions. The protrait was of a chubby man, wielding a sword with self-righteousness. "Yeesh! Ugh! Burn it," she exclaimed, clearly unimpressed. "Why does my father insist on such absurd matches.."