Round one? What in the hell is she talking about? Father said one task and that's it. Angus stared at Enya, who was flushing nervously and talking to her parents. Well then, I'm stronger than all these guys so I'll take anything you throw at me, princess.
Round one, eh? Lord Maxwell was in the stands, surrounded by his clan. He was proud of his son for winning the first round. But this 'first round', was bothering him. Why she did that was a question he wanted an answer to. Fine then, if Enya wanted more rounds, he'll see to it that Angus wins. After all, he and King Angus had a deal.
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It was now night time and Enya was in her room. She sat on her bed dressed in her nightgown. She was going to go to bed soon. Today was a long day. Her mother and father had a talk with her, wondering why she said that and Enya told them that having the suitors do only one task can't let her decide. Angus seems like a nice guy, a show off but…she needs to get to know him better. Looks wise, my god he's gorgeous. But it's not all about looks. That's what her mother told her.
Enya lay down on her back. Now she was going to have to think of tasks. What was there to do? A race? A round to see who was stronger? She to choose at least two because there will be three rounds and then she had to 'eliminate', yes those were her father's words, two suitors and the last round will declare the winner and the suitor would be her husband. She sighed. She hated this. She almost wanted to just pull a name out of a hat. But that's not how it worked. She closed her eyes. Round two was tomorrow and she had to think of a task. She wasn't looking forward to it at all.