Attempt #1 of getting married=assassination attempt. Not me, the king. He was pressured to get married and a nobleman put forth a candidate that was an assassin. He survived but now he is using the ancient method of drafting...not the army kind.
Basically all our personal information and a picture are sent to the king's advisors and they pick 50 girls to go to the palace and the nobles and king choose brides. Fresh blood in a stale upper class.
The king has zeroed in on me but I am no pushover. I could care less about being Queen. But you bet I will be using this chance to get the issues us commoners face across to those stuffy upper-class citizens.
If only I could get the king and his sister to stop pressuring me to take the mantle of Queen this could be a nice little winter vacation for me. |
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