{You’ve recently come of age and your father has been trying to find a way to encourage the youngest son of the King to court you.}

{It was every maiden’s dream to be betrothed to the youngest heir of the throne…but you were never wooed by the Royal…nor did he pique your interest}

{The young Prince was nice enough….He’s smart, as all men of his stature were…but on the rare occasion of his being in your presence, you noticed quite a few….quirks….more specifically…his tendency overlook any qualities of a maiden that were irrelevant to her looks…}

{You are the youngest in your family therefore you are considered to be the epitome of purity and promise of a strong and healthy child…a worthy Heir. Love was not a necessity…your father told you that often enough. Even so, you wanted love to be present in your betrothal and marriage.}

{That is what drew you to the eldest son…the firstborn of the King and Queen…the child that gave them the most headaches no doubt. He was empathetic, kind, intelligent, skilled, well spoken, compassionate, levelheaded, always a bit rebellious and outlandish compared to others of his title…the list went on forever.}

{You snapped out of your thoughts as your father glared at you from across the room, silently warning you to get up and socialize if you wanted dinner tonight…reluctantly you obeyed and stood in what seemed to be a never ending line to speak to the youngest Prince}