"Marinette are you excited?"Questioned a darker skinned female with brown hair and golden brown eyes.
"Alya, what is there to be excited about?"Replied a pail skinned female with midnight black hair and bright blue eyes.
"Well Marinette, it's been 100 years since King Adrien threw a ball for choosing a bride." Said Alya.
"I don't get why we all have to go. If he chooses anyone it will probably be Chloe."Marinette spoke with an unamused look.
"We will be doomed if he does." Alya whispered back.
"Your Majesty, are you ready for tonight's ball." Asked a tall slim man with jet black hair.
"Plagg, I've been telling you for the last century not to call me Your Majesty. And yes. I am ready for tonight's ball." Responded a rather handsome blonde with a delighted look on his face.
"I've seen that look before! Your thinking of that girl with shall I quote, "Beautiful, dark as night hair, and glittering blue eyes that you could get lost in!" Plagg smirked whiling giving Adrien a knowing look.
"Her name is Marinette. I was thinking about her, but that doesn't concern you." Adrien explained.
"She is the one you picked for bride isn't she? If so then why are we throwing this ball." Plagg stated.
"Because I want to meet her at least once before I go to tell her I want her as my bride." Answered Adrien.
"Lets hope that conversation goes well." uttered Plagg as he exited the room.