When you entered the castle, you were greeted by several servants and escorted to your room. Once inside you looked outside and saw other carriages arriving. This made you smile. Fantastic, more girls. Less worry about, you thought. You stayed in your room writing in your journal about the interior of your room. The room was medium sized. The walls were a dark purple, with floral patterns with a lighter shade. There was a good sized dresser as well filled with dresses you found rather gaudy and bulky. The room overall was pretty, but what you didn't like about it was the window. It was small, and you can barely see the outside. What made it worse that it was barred. You found it odd since your room was in a tower. You questioned it for a while, but your thought s were disrupted as you heard a knock on your door.

"Enter." You say turning a way from the window. A man who looked a few years older than you appears. He had yellow eyes, a slim figure and a long white hair tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing this (like I said earlier, I suck at describing whatever the hell they are wearing.)

"Good day Milady. At seven, a maid will escort you to the dining hall along with all the other marriage candidates and shall meet King Rhys Barbicane. My name Eremius. If you have any problems, please do not hesitate to ask me." You nod to show you understand. He bows before leaving. You then looked at the clock hanging near the door. It was six. Figuring you might as well get ready, you take one the dresses you had brought with you. (looks like this)

Once you slipped it on, you did your hair as you saw fit. You saw that you had some time left, so you proceeded to read some of the entries you wrote in your journal. As you were doing that, the white haired man with those vibrant indigo eyes was lying in bed with smile on his face. He couldn't get you out his head. The way you smiled and laughed. You seemed happy. He has seen several girls come into the castle, but none reacted the way you did. He was interested as to why you smiling and laughing. He was interested as to where you were from. But most of all, he was interested in you.