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.