I slowly walked into the ballroom to great my guests.
I remember that I was to choose a husband here.
To do that I must be perfect.
And that was one thing I couldn't be.
Perfect.
"Princess Roseline. How nice to finally meet you."
I look over.
"And who, might I ask, are you?"
He gave me a smirk.
"Why, dear, I'm your attacker. I'm going to kidnap you."
And with that, the brilliant light burnt out, and he hit me hard on the head.
The last thing I remember is the feeling of burning, but I liked it.
