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I couldn't believe it. I was one of the elite.

I had dreamt about it, sure. Many times. I had wanted this for a while. But I never actually thought I would make it. But I did.

It was difficult. Knowing what to do, what to say, when to say it. Life in the castle wasn't as glamorous as I thought it was. It was full of hard work, planning and drama. Life was complicated. At the beginning I wasn't as sure. But now I knew what I wanted. Him.

I loved him. His quiet smile, his laugh. I loved the way he looked at me, as I if was the only thing on his mind. He was gentle, sweet and caring. He made me smile. At first I thought he would be a stuck up prince. But he was the polar opposite.

And I had a chance to marry him. I knew girls all over the world longed for this, and many had been given the opportunity and failed. But I hadn't.

The other girls were lovely as well. They were kind and sweet, but some were a bit stiff. Others were rude and distant. We were a varied group. I loved them all dearly, but I was so afraid that he would turn me down for one of them. Tell me he loved another better than I. There was a huge possibility that would happen, I would be left in the dust as he chose someone else.

I lay awake for hours in my bed, thinking about all the possibilities. A happy life as Queen. A bunch of young children.Arguments. A trip to the sea.Fights. An arranged marriage by my family. A rebel attack. Pet cats. Heartbreak. A lonely life as an actress. Balls. A raid. Nighttime cuddles. A disappointed family. My whole life revolved around his choice.

But would be really choose me?