On a colossal, elaborate throne sat King Oliver McKinnon as he surveyed the twenty maidens before him with his intense, forest green eyes. He had reached the age of twenty-five and felt that it was time to find the most intelligent and beautiful woman to rule Wescardine by his side. He was indeed a handsome man with a head full of thick and wavy blonde locks and a strong, broad frame. He stood at a height of six feet four inches, which was rather unusual in his time. After nearly five minutes of inspecting all the young women from his throne, he rose to his feet and walked along the line, telling them, "You are all lovely, there is no doubt about that. But I need more than simply beauty in my future wife. You will need to exhibit your intelligence and talents to me if you are to be chosen as a contender. I look forward to knowing you all better." He give the women his notorious charming smile, the kind that would make most swoon.
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Marguerite could not believe she was standing in the throne room of Everett Lockwood, King of Darkmount. Honestly, she didn't want to be there, but she fit the qualities the king was looking for in a wife and she had no choice but to go. After days of being prepared to stand before the king, there she was, doing just that. She did her best to keep her nerves at bay and just stand there silently until she was spoken to. She glanced at the other girls near her, some of which seemed elated to be there, others were angry or hysterical, and then there were others like her that attempted to look calm and collected but there was that undertone of anxiousness.
September 26th, 2015 at 06:50pm