Chosen

James

My mother adjusted my collar of my suit. "You look lovely, dear." she said

I puffed my chest out in reply and looked over at my father, in deep conversation with his advisor's . Today was the day when they would pick 35 women in a lottery. To come and become my wife. Of course I was a bit nervous, I had high standards after all. I was the Prince, and a Purple. 

My father hurried over. "5 minutes till we start, get into position."  

My mother and father went and sat in their thrones, while I went and sat in a comfortable purple armchair, center stage. 

The light turned on and music began to play. The broadcast was starting. My father stood up and delivered the news about the continuing war with Aribic. It was the same repetitive news over and over. 'There might be an end, we just need more soldiers, we will win, don't give up hope', and all of that.

Finally the spotlight switched over to me. I stood up. "I am Prince James, heir to the throne of Ondalina, and it is time for me to find a wife. I want to find a women I can love, and trust. Someone who will carry my load with me. I want someone who will make me smile and I can grow old with." I bite my tongue in order to not burst out laughing. It was so cheesy, but the advisors wanted me to sound innocent and sweet. In all real honesty I wanted a women who would stay out of my way, would agree with me and would appear regal and loving in front of the cameras. 

That women had to be 1 in the 35. I was bound to find her. I didn't really care much about the Choosing, it was just another part of my life that had to be staged. I was an actor and I expected the same from my future wife. I was ready to find that actor.