Her majesty cleared her throat and begun, "I instructed the boarding communities to select their finest daughters, in a chance of my son's hand in marriage."

Prince Lucas strolled confidently within view of the audience and could hear the sighs of longing. 

In front of him were seven beautiful young women, but none struck any interest to His Majesty. 

He was appalled by the layers of powder that seem to be covering every inch of the young ladies faces, creating and unnaturally display of perfection.

 Crushed with disappointment, His majesty wanted to cancel the festival altogether, finding it useless, to begin with. 

Prince Lucas feared of leading his country alone.

Ah, but there was a slight change of plans.