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prologue

୨୧ " MIGHT HE BE A VALUABLE SUITOR, MISS DE VRIES? " ୨୧

When spoken to, the redhead looked up from her breakfast. Her eyes breezed over the information on the packet, before passing it to her sister with a shake of her head. "I'd rather not," She shrugged, returning to picking at her food. Her sister looked over the document and nodded, giving it back to the matchmaker. "I agree. We're paying for results, not a settlement," Evelyn bit. "Get better or get fired, Luz."

Saoirse had never been a fan of her sister's crass, sometimes cruel, demeanor. Despite this, she'd noticed that it had always gotten the job done; therefore she didn't have to be the one to snap. She preferred to be kind-hearted but straightforward in contrast to her sister's boldness. It kept the two of them differentiated.

Knowing to mind her own until she was called upon, she continued to down her breakfast. Every few bites, Luz would present another match before getting rejected and politely corrected by Saoirse, then casually mauled by Evelyn. This was a consistent cycle until she finished her meal.

A maid came to fetch the emptied plate with a soft smile on her face. Once she left, Saoirse sat there for ten more minutes. She was hoping to be excused, but of course, the matchmaker was determined to match the princess. The others before him had failed and been fired, and if he were the lucky individual who could get her a suitor, his buisness would be boosted in days. It was the same pattern for them all, though. The other lads were hopeful, too, until they ran out of ideas or were burnt out from being vicously chewed out by her sister.

The boredom had gotten to a point where she just sat hopefully, staring out the window until she'd be freed from the shackles of the palace. Saoirse was a great fan of the outdoors, and since the herb garden had come into bloom, she was barely ever in the house. With however long she was forced to sit here was taking away from her free time. She still had her education to attend to, also.

It took for Evelyn to clear her throat to regain the girl's attention. She looked over at her hopefully, only for her anticipation to dwindle when the matchmaker came up with another packet. She sighed and took it, looking through it with a raised brow. "Pardon me, but these are all women, sir."

He nodded. "Yes, and? You could keep your options open," He smiled, though the glare that Saoirse gave him displayed anything but satisfaction. "I am not interested in keeping my options open. As wonderful as we are, I don't have any sort of attraction toward girls," She chuffed. "I do appreicate your effort, though." She passed the documents back to her sister.

"Wait, Your Royal Highness," He frowned, yelping slightly as Evelyn shoved the papers back at him. "The princess said said she isn't interested, you royal prick. You can take your buisness elsewhere," She snapped. The brunette looked up at the security, tilting her head toward Luz. The man sighed and gave up, chosing to shove his belongings in his bag before they'd force him out of the palace. As he left, two of the guards followed closely behind them. They'd confirm he was gone when the loud sound of the door shutting echoed through the palace.

Evelyn looked to her younger sister, tilting her head. "These half-wits have no taste," She scoffed. "That one's lucky that I didn't shove those papers down his throat." Saoirse chuckled at the threat, playfully rolling her eyes. "Well, let's be glad you've yet to resort to violence with any of these matchmakers. We might have the money, but that'd be a royal lawsuit."

Both of them giggled a bit until it slowed. Their laugh died down and Eve's expression hardened, making Saiorse curious. The brunette reached out for the princess's hands and took them in her own. "I know it's been a while," She sighed, her tone softer than usual. "But I promise that we'll find a admirable suitor for you." The girl nodded, gently squeezing her sister's hands with an sympathetic smile. "I know we will, but I'm in no rush, Eve," She chuckled. "Men aren't that interesting, anyway. I'd much rather rule on my own!" Evelyn raised a brow. "You know that's not possible," She corrected. "Who knows, I could be the start of a new tradition. Oh, and Simon could be my right hand! We're both sensible people, don't you think?" She smirked with a raised brow.

"No, you're both troublemakers," Evelyn rolled her eyes playfully before focusing again. "But seriously, we'll get you a partner soon. I promise," She smiled. The redhead smiled back and looked out the window. Speaking of things happening soon. "Lovely. Now, can I go to the garden? All of this sitting has left me craving some fresh air," She smirked. Her sister sighed and nodded, releasing her hands. "Yes, sister, you are dismissed."