Out story begins in a small French kingdom, on the shore line with the view of the vast open see to one side and vast open hills to the other. A small kingdom it was, fortressed with high towering walls much like those at the great wall of china. Everyone was content with how wonderfully the royals had ruled the kingdom, no one was in need of anything.

Life seemed idyllic.

It had been at least ten years since the crown prince had turned 14, and on that fateful birthday travesty struck on his birthday. The kingdom was attacked, everything was pretty much destroyed, many taken captive or murdered. The queen and king had been taken amongst all the chaos and ended up being said to have been dead since the blood they found matched and was of large amount that no one could survive it.

The king sister had come the day after she heard what had happened, and she vowed to raise the children. It was hard, for ten years raising children until the were old enough to understand that she was only doing her best.

Normally the crown royals would get married at twenty years of age, though the duchess felt that she needed to wait longer. They had all been though so much that having them find a partner was to burdensome.

Finally she decided to host a selection, inviting girls and boys from all across the kingdom to try and win the hearts of her nieces and nephews since four of them were over the age of twenty.

This is were out story begins . . .