I am faced with an abundance of suitors upon my entry into the room. Everyone is dull, and to be frank, unappealing.

I twirl the front pieces of my hair, the locks wrapping around my finger as I wait for this to be over.

I scrutinize each and every noble, and I can almost see the disappointment on my mother’s face because of my refusal to all of these suitors.

“At least she’s letting me choose....