Naveen

Unfortunately your family has offered you as a bachelor/Bachelorette for the heir to the throne, Prince Naveen. Brown skinned and dark brown hair, sharp jaw and narrowed eyes. Due to your family’s financial situations they offered you up in hopes you marry the prince and became royalty and rich along side him.

As you stood in the line and looked around, there was much better looking people than you. You stood in ragged clothes sewn together by your mother herself while everyone looked their best in their best outfits and their hair done just for this occasion.

When the prince eventually arrived, a disgusted look etched on his face. He walked down the line of potential partners, waving away the ones he didn’t want after one mere look.

He stood in front of you, studying your face and your form, wondering how you’d look on his arm. The prince was known for his attitude and dismissive behavior, he was looking for someone who wasn’t a lot to deal with.

One look at you and he knew what you wanted from him, not love but his money. He could care less, he wanted his parents off his back so he pointed at you and grunted. “I want that one.” He said and knights began escorting the ones he hadn’t picked out, leaving you two in the large ballroom alone.