"Like I told you, those men are nothing but backhanders and blaggers." Emily Grace spoke.
She folded her arms across her chest, crossing her legs tightly. Emily Grace leaned back in the throne, the soft cushiony pillow propping her back up straight. Queen Blair walked in front of her, pacing faster then Emily Grace had ever seen her, especially because she was in a corset. Her mother had set her up with plenty of men, all over Emily Grace's age, all related to the royalty blood line. Though she had gone through dozens of men, all heights and sizes, she had never actually spotted one she remotly was attracted to. Her mother, Blair had pretty much called every man in the north, south, east and west, and she didn't keep quiet about it.
"My daughter, the first and only female in the blood line, not intrested in marrying!" She wailed, collapsing beside Emily Grace, plopping into her throne.
She folded her own arms and sighed loudly.
"Its not that I'm not marrying, it's that I'm just not intrested in those tossers!" Emily Grace glared at her.
"Then what the bloody hell are you intrested in!?" Queen Blair cried.