Eyeing the lineup of women before him in the throne room, the young king Joshua Kiszka rolled his eyes in distaste at the lackluster display infront of him. “Out of every square inch in my entire kingdom, these are the only offerings to carry my heir?” The man groaned and moved to sit horizontally across the throne as if a disinterested cat. Suddenly, the doors opened to guards dragging in a girl in rags, caused his head to turn. “Your highness, we found one refusing to be summoned.”