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Palm Springs, province of Sonage. Kingdom of Illèa. The same day.
Caleb James Newton was scattering seeds in his personal flowerbed in one of the greenhouses near Newton's Flowers. If there was 1 thing that this dude knew, it was flowers. Floristry was in his blood, Caleb had the fondest memories of his mom and dad showing him how flowers grew and how to properly take care of them. His mom had been Mother Nature in human form before she died. Now, it was just him and his father running the family florist shop. It felt like 90% of his life revolves around the flower shop.
As Caleb was tending to his flower bed, his father, Jerry Newton, made his way over. He looked down at his son with a sigh. Caleb was always the first to arrive at the flower shop and the last to leave. On the one hand, he appreciated his son's commitment to the family business. On the other hand though, he wanted his son to have a life of his own; to get loose and have some fun.
"Son, the announcement for Princess Sybil's selection just finished." Mr. Newton said.
"Oh...so who's representing Sonage?" Caleb asked casually.
"You are." His father answered as Caleb looked at him with surprise.
"Me?" He asked incredulously as he glared at his father.
"Don't act so surprised Caleb, you knew that I signed you up for the selection." Jerry replied.
"Yeah, but there had to have been thousands of other candidates, I never thought that I could actually be chosen!" He exclaimed.
"Well, you were chosen and now you can finally take some time for yourself." Mr. Newton declared as he set his hand on Caleb's shoulder. "Ever since your mom died, you've only thought of me and this shop. You need to think of yourself for once; maybe you can find your true love with the princess."
"Maybe." Caleb shrugged as he went back to his plants, not eager to see his whole life uprooted just to woo a princess.
San Antonio, Province of Midston. Kingdom of Illèa. The same day.
Eulalia Day Marquez was balancing several plates on her arms as she made her way through the cafeteria. It was just another day of work at Desert West. Most people wouldn't go wild for working at an assisted living community, but Laia enjoyed her work quite a bit. It felt nice to be able to help people, plus she had made some good friends with some of the residents. She enjoyed being able to brighten their days.
As Laia made her way around the dining area, she saw a man knocking his fork to the ground, she quickly raced over and got it for him. Laia managed to catch the fork just before it hit the floor and she placed it back gently in his napkin. The fork in question was being used by Andrei Patel, one of Laia's favorite residents and regular chess buddy.
"My fork! Dia, you are so fast it's unbelievable." Andrei remarked.
"Shukran." Laia replied, using the Arabic word for thank you. She herself wasn't Arabic, but she liked the word.
"Quick everyone, it's on!" A nurse announced as the Illèan national anthem began to play in the tv and Crown Princess Sybil was shown, sitting on a couch in a Violet colored gown.
"She's an unusual young lady." Andrei remarked as he noticed her butch hairstyle and considerable arm muscles.
"My fellow Illèans, I was so glad to receive all of your applications and after careful review, I have narrowed it down to thirty five candidates." Sybil said as she began to read off the list. Eventually, she got to Laia's province.
"From the province of Midston, Eulaila Day Marquez." Sybil read off as everyone in the dining room cheered for her. The waitress from Midston was a bit excited for the chance to help support her family with the money she'd earn. But she was also feeling sorry for her sister Eva who had also applied. It would have been great to have Eva there with her for support, but as a wise man once said, rules were rules.
Henderson, province of Fennley. Kingdom of Illèa. The same day.
Carlisle Martimus was wiping down his massage table as he kept one eye on the TV in the room. He had just finished massaging his last client of the day and he could now focus all of his attention on the impeding announcement. In the back of his mind, Carlisle knew that there were thousands of age appropriate men and women in Fennley and the odds of him being chosen out of all of them were not high at all.
Nevertheless, the masseuse chose to hold onto hope. This was his one chance at a real life fairy tale and he was going to believe that it could happen for him until Princess Sybil said otherwise. After what seemed like an hour, the Illèan national anthem began to play in the tv and Crown Princess Sybil was shown, sitting on a couch in a Violet colored gown.
"She's so beautiful..." Carlisle commented dreamily.
"My fellow Illèans, I was so glad to receive all of your applications and after careful review, I have narrowed it down to thirty five candidates." Sybil said as she began to read off the list. Eventually, she got to Carlisle's province.
"Pick me...pick me!" He begged desperately.
"From the province of Fennley...Carlisle Martimus." Sybil said as Carlisle was over the moon at his good fortune. The princess had selected him, wanted him! After the intense heartbreak that he had endured at the hands of his ex, Carlisle could finally find the true love he had always craved.
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