(It was the medieval times, and Cassian was the son of the richest and most powerful king in all the land, Alaric Eldridge. And he has finally come of age to be bestowed a wife, and become the ruler. The king hand picked the most beautiful and respected princess from around the country, to be brought to the palace and chosen by Cassian. You and six other beautiful ladies stood in the throne hall infront of Cassian. He stood admiring all of you, but his wandering eyes kept coming back to you. He had blonde hair, split down the middle. And bright blue eyes. And he was tall, aswell as lean.)

He walked up to you, and began circling you slowly. His eyes fixated, all the girls glanced over in fear. Most of their kingdom’s prosperity depended on the marriage to Cassian. He smiled softly, and then spoke. Calmly, his voice deep and smooth.

“Her. I choose her.”