I will officially die of boredom. Probably not today, most likely tomorrow. My death shall be because of these lovely suitors that come through our palace gates almost every day. The boredom they put me through is torture; I'm surprised I haven't died already actually.
Let me introduce myself before I explain my upcoming death. I am Princess Rima Mashiro I, first in line to the throne of the prosperous Sakura Kingdom. Unfortunately I am rather short for my age and have long wavy blonde hair which is almost always annoyingly tangled. My birthday is on 6th February and I'm 16 years old.
My oh so dear mother is insistent that I chose a husband before I'm 18 so that I shall have a partner before I'm crowned queen of Sakura Kingdom just after my 18th birthday. To make sure I do get a husband before then, she selects a suitor for me to meet almost every day hoping I'll magically meet 'the man of my dreams' and agree to marrying him. Fat chance that will happen.
When I meet a suitor they mostly talk about themselves which I strangely find boring. Then again who wouldn't find it boring listening to pompous arrogant jerks boast about their 'best' qualities which I find hard to believe if I say so myself. Yet my mother wonders my I still haven't picked any of the suitors to be my husband.
Anyways, since it's nearly dinner time, I doubt Mama will make me meet with another suitor. The one I met with today was just awful! Apparently he was some prince from far away kingdom, which I cannot remember the name of, and his kingdom was quite powerful. All I can really remember about him is that he reeked of petroleum. As much as I like petrol, I don't think I can live with a walking and talking gas station. Let's name him Prince Gas Station.
"Rima-sama your dinner is ready." A maid said as she knocked on my door. I lifted myself off my wonderful bed sadly (it was so sad to leave the comfort of my soft fluffy bed) and walked towards the dining hall in what I hoped was presentable clothes.
Apparently dressing in a pair of ripped jeans and a crumpled t-shirt is not suitable to dine with the queen. The stupid maid sent me back to my room to change my clothes. Sighing, I chucked a few items around in my walk in wardrobe until I found my favourite orange ruffled skirt and yellow tank top. If this outfit isn't presentable I don't know what is. I hurried once more to the dining hall in need of some food.
As I stumbled into the dining hall, after tripping up on my own foot (curse my clumsiness!) I looked up to see the one unfamiliar face sitting by my seat.
Meeting my eye nervously, my mother said "Rima dear, I would like you to meet Prince Nagihiko Fujisaki."
Oh crap. Nobody told me I'm eating with a freakin' purple head!
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Until then, adios amigos XD