I pace on the grass in the gardens of the castle. My father can't be serious, marriage to be able to take the crown. It's absurd, asine. "You are going to wear the grass to the earth if you keep pacing like that." My sister Violet mused, seemingly amused by my predicament. I scoff, my eyes snapping to look at her. And I run a hand through my hair tousling it. "This isn't funny, the last thing I want is a wife." My pacing resumes. "I have an idea, if you are apt to hearing it." I stop.
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